The Ordinary Moments | running for me

Tuesday, 30 June 2015



I'm not a natural runner. Far from it. I have to force myself to do it. Usually it's the very last thing I want to do. Plus, I'm fairly sure I run like Phoebe Buffay. 

But I've grown to love it. (I say that with some caution, as it's subject to change at any given moment.) 

I started the year with intention. Running a few times a wee. Every week. I found myself getting fitter and in better shape. Then, for no good reason, I stopped.

Last week, after a particularly boisterous bath/bed routine, I decided to get outside for some fresh air. Instead of walking, I dug out my running kit and just went. And it felt great.

Yes, my legs felt like lead. I didn't even attempt to time or measure distance. I ran to the beach, stopped for some water and spent a few minutes looking out at this...


I don't often take a moment for myself. At least not outside of the house. It felt really good. Good to have a few minutes of peace. Good to breathe the fresh air and look out at the sea, without having to watch out for the kids.

I didn't stay long. But it was enough. Enough to reboot, get some perspective and feel like I'd had some time for me.

I still had to bloody run back though!

1 comment

  1. I can totally emphasise with this post. Running is such a great escape for me and such a way of collecting my thoughts and calming my mood if I am stressed or feeling on edge. I must admit I have fallen out of love with it recently, and I need to get back on the case. I miss it. x

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