Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Anniversary 5K

Yesterday morning I ran my own private celebratory 5K.

It was the morning of my smoking cessation anniversary. Sound weird? Yeah, I know. It is a little, but it's kinda a big deal to me. So, humor me and roll with it for a bit.

It's been 3 years y'all,  and I can count on one hand the number of times I have picked up a ciggie since. On the other hand, I can NOT count the crazy number of times that the thought of picking up one of those little devils has crossed my mind.

When I decided the end of my love affair with smoking was near, I did like everyone does when they end a significant relationship in their life. I went in search of a replacement. Just thinking something temporary was in order to get me through the initial onset of change and loss, I thought I would conquer the ability to run a mile. So, I strapped on my tennies and set out huffing and puffing through the streets of my neighborhood.

Guess what happened?

I fell in love again.

Nope, this isn't just a rebound thing. It's the real deal. Fully committed and enduring the good times and bad.

So, in honor of my three years of virtually being smoke-free and successfully conquering and surpassing my ability to run 1 mile, I decided to head out for a run.

Please disregard the sweat ring around my visor. I'd like to tell you there is some significant attachment that I have to my dirty, stinky, yellowed hat, but it basically just boils down to being too lazy to scrub it down with some Oxiclean.

If only my relationship with laundry and cleaning was as strong and devoted as my love affair with running.
It was a toasty morning friends. See my sweat dripping on the ground? Nice.
The legs deserved a little post-run rest. I sat down and thanked them for carrying me each mile they have over the last three years and sang their praises for being strong this morning. We discussed the recent ebbs and flows of our relationship and decided that it was time to flow more than ebb. Our season of ebbing has been swell, but we are at a point where we need to experience a little growth. 

And then, I threatened them from any injuries. Or else.

Happy trails,

4 comments:

James and Elizabeth said...

Congrats Amy! This is a big deal!! :)

christi said...

WAY TO GO!!!! So proud of you!

Amy said...

Thanks, girls. I kinda think it's a big deal.

jill said...

I can't believe it's been 3 years! That's awesome. Congrats!