Something happened this morning.
I gracefully hastened up the stairs because I was in a rush, and got puffed out.
A confession: I haven't been for a proper run in over three weeks. That might have something to do with it.
If you complained to me, "oh my goodness, this morning I got puffed running up the stairs!" I would probably tell you to calm your farm. After all, it's not the end of the world.
If you're not as fit as Jillian Michaels, that's totally ok! Normal, even. And I bet you're doing lots of other awesome things with your time.
As for me? I just can't deal with not being good at running. It's so hard to let go of something that has been a huge huge huge part of me for so long. I'm working at it, but MAN is it hard.
And now that I am "out of shape", I figure I've got two options.
1. Get really physically fit again.
2. Function without running a lot.
For the record, my mind is screaming at me to go with option 1.
However, I've learned a thing or two these past few months. Deriving a sense of self from a single activity that could be ripped out from under me in an instant isn't smart. At all.
I've got to start focusing on being a 'whole' person. Doing what I love. FYI, I might need to figure out exactly what that is first!