Magic of endorphins

As a child running for me was just another activity. It was almost a chore. I felt I had to run because my older sister ran cross country, so naturally I would follow in her foot steps. I learned as I got older that didn't need to be the case, and I found running on my own time to actually be more of a release for me. I even attempted to train for a marathon. Making up to a little over 9 miles I injured myself and stopped all together. Then after having Ayden I found a new relationship with running. I began running for me and not for others or to compete. I had acquired a new love.  I would feel lost and depressed if I missed more then 2 days in a row. While pregnant with Quinn I had to stop when I was experiencing bleeding during my first trimester. I was so sad but kept on walking. And oh how good that felt. After 3.5 months post birth I finally found the time to begin again. That first day out was AMAZING! I felt like a new woman. My head became clearer and clearer, by the end I was weeping with joy at how beautiful life is and all the wonderful blessings I have around me. It was as if all those moments of stress and tension that accumulate as the day progresses just disappeared in one quick 20 minute run. Today I went out for an early morning jog and I reflected on how much my running life has changed through the years. I was easily able to run straight for almost 30 minutes. It was like an old friend. You can not talk for years but when you see one another it feels like you were never apart. And when I was climbing that dreaded long hill up and feeling like oh this is going to be hard my mantra kicked in...if I could give birth twice I can do anything!