n the 15 years that I’ve been a runner the first few steps of a run have always been hard. Everything in my body wants me to stop. I’ve never been one of those people who pops on their running shoes and takes off like a gazelle, making it look as effortless as watching television.
The nagging feeling to stop got worse after Adeline was born. I was disappointed in my inability to run as fast or as far as pre-baby. Inside, I was a mental mess, doubting my ability. To get through it, I had to employ some old tricks and learn some news ones. Continue reading »
