Running is...working. Now that the plumber (who was here to fix the water-raining-into-the-kitchen problem) and the roofer (who gave me a huge quote to fix the roof so we don't have water coming in down the walls) have gone, I can go run.
It's now later in the day by a lot than when I'd like to be running. But I still want to do it. Yesterday I ran about 1.5 miles without needing to stop and walk, without running out of breath, and without anything hurting, for the very first time in my life. I was amazed. I did my usual leg exercise routine beforehand, stretched out afterwards, and now my legs aren't sore from yesterday or anything.
Both things feel like small miracles. I could keep going. I don't hurt. I kept running, and because I'd never been able to go that long before, I ran out of road--Liz to self: hey, I still feel okay! I can keep going! um, where the hell do I go??
It was a bit silly.
And I've signed up to run a 5 mile race on October 10. So I better get off my ass and go run.
Classes start in a couple of weeks. I'm juggling the schedule for Harvard GSAS and Harvard Extension. I've got to go to grad school orientation and stuff. And finish up my internship. And oh, yes, raise and educate my children, take care of the pets, yadda yadda...