Doing something

Last night's run was fantastic.

It has been a very difficult time in the Clydesdale's stable.  Mrs. C has been suffering from ailments that have kept her in hospital for a week.  She was discharged last Thursday evening, but still has a lot of healing to do.  It's disrupted the family's flow and puts a real crimp on the money situation.  But, there is no doubt that she is healing.

It's also been emotionally draining as my last post suggests.  While I choose not to name my wife's ailment in such a public arena, it is chronic and flares up from time to time, especially during periods of prolonged stress.  I don't mind spending the emotionally energy in keeping my family whole and my wife healthy.  In sickness and in health isn't just a phrase, it is a promise.  It doesn't mean, however, that it isn't difficult.

Last night the Couch to 5K program called for a solid 20 minute run after a 5 minute warm up walk.  I wasn't 100% positive I was going to make it as I really binged on the carbs over the weekend.  Yes, I caved and ate my emotions, but every man has his breaking point.  To be clear, I wasn't unsure about my ability to run the proscribed 20 minutes.  I wasn't sure I could do it without being sick or cramping my gut.  I started out an an gentle pace and found I could maintain it.  It was hot, but breezy and I wasn't into it very long before everything just felt...right.  I knew about 5 minutes in that this jog was in the bag.  And it felt good.  My legs were warm, my neck sweaty, my head hot.  And when it was all over, I had the overwhelming sensation that I had done something. 

You'll hear and read about runners all the time who say that the runs they dread the most are the ones that become the most rewarding. Last night's jog was just that.