I have been addicted to running, and working out in general, for a few years. The anxiety starts to set in and grumpiness raises its head when I can’t get my workouts done – whether it is because of absolutely crazy busy work, travels or sickness. Right after my Chicago trip, or actually already in the Windy City, I got a cold. And I don’t think I have ever been so sick in my life. In fact I was very close to call my Doc for some Tamiflu to get rid of the crud but eventually just sucked it up, and kept flying on my business trips. Flying with a cold is pretty miserable experience, by the way.
Obviously, all that sneezing, coughing, and constant nose blowing meant that training was definitely out of the question. Not that I would have had a whole lot of energy for it either. And the longer the cold was bugging me, the more annoying annoyed I became, not only for being sick but also for not having my daily dose of endorphins. When I finally got out for a little jog on Saturday, another on Sunday, and real workout on Monday, my life is back to normal. Running is my happy place.
“One late afternoon, after swimming in a lake, he began to jog around to ease his chill. Soon enough he found himself running for the sheer exhilaration of it, across the moor and toward the coast.
The sky filled with crimson clouds, and as he ran a light rain started to fall. With the sun warming his back, a rainbow appeared in front of him, and he seemed to run toward it. Along the coast the rhythm of the water breaking against the rocks eased him, and he circled back to where he had begun. Cool, wet air filled his lungs.
Running into the sun now, he had trouble seeing the ground underneath his feet, but still he rushed forward, alive with the movement. Finally spent as the sun disappeared from the horizon, he tumbled down a light hill and rested on his back, his feet bleeding, but feeling rejuvenated. He needed to reconnect to the joy of running, to get away from the tyranny of the track” – Neil Bascombe: The Perfect Mile
Oh boy, how I enjoyed my 4 miles in 32 minutes. I hardly even got sweaty, and was running with a big smile on my face. The cough is almost gone, I don’t sound like a dying sea lion anymore. I’m thankful for being healthy again. Happiness is often about small things… And the running saga continues also on other fronts. I have quite a few races and charity events lined up for the summer – some for pushing my own limits, some running together with my Personal Training clients, and helping them to reach their goals. This weekend Jason and I also signed up for a Rock ‘n’ Roll half marathon – the race is run after summer. Hubby is one of those really lucky ones who doesn’t love running and have a deep passion for it but he still excels at his fitness tests without any strict training. And yes, I am jealous …
P.S. The R’n'R race was his idea – this time I didn’t nag about signing up for an event.



Hello June! It’s time for a new MilSpouse Friday Fill-In… Hard to believe that it really is summer now. At least if you look at the calendar. We have had a few chilly days here in Alaska lately, and I am truly hoping June comes with sunny, warm days…




