I’ve been waiting almost a year for this run. It was slow and clunky, and for the first half mile, I seriously felt a bit like an alien occupying someone else’s body. Things were loose and jiggly, but I didn’t care – the freedom trumped everything. You get so accustomed to existing with another human being inside of you that you forget what it feels like to run alone – to BE alone. You forget how your body used to feel when it was just, well, yours.
As beautiful a journey as pregnancy is, I needed THIS back. We can only be pregnant for so long before we start to crave the freedom of just lacing up our shoes, heading out the door and just GOING. Flying as fast as our body will take us, loosening the grip of hard day and just letting our feet pound out the day for us.
When I got home, my husband asked me how I felt and all I could say was, “Amazing. And like my uterus has it’s own heartbeat.”