I went for a run this week. I know. I’m as shocked as you. I’ve had an on-again, off-again relationship with the sport for the past 10+ years or so. I can’t even remember the last time I laced up. Sometime during the pandemic, I guess. But, like, the thick of the pandemic, not the where-we-are-now-pandemic.
So, how’d it happen? Well, walking seems to be the only kind of exercise I can partake in due to my injured rib. (Yoga, sadly—my go-to—has been the hardest.) And it’s not reallllly exercise if I’m not sweating, so I decided to see if I could pick up the pace. Turns out I could, and boy did it feel good…when I finished. :)
Just kidding. It wasn’t that bad in the thick of it either. My shins were definitely on fire, and it took practically the entire time I set for myself to catch my breath: a whopping 15 minutes! But I am glad I did it. In fact, I may do it again tomorrow.
Other activities that buoyed my spirit this week? FaceTiming with my friend Liz and her pooch, Chloe. Watching a video of my nephew Calvin taking his first steps. Restarting Friday Night Lights from the beginning. Seeing Arcade Fire live in concert.
They may have been minor, but each of these five familiar feats reminded me of what lights me up when I’m feeling down: endurance, connection, evolution, and artistry.
What added some pep to your step this week? If you can’t think of anything, go ahead and borrow any of the above, inserting your preferred exercise to try, friend (or dog) to FaceTime, baby to gush over, band to see perform, or favorite TV show to rewatch.
Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
Bon week-end, friends! xx — Sara
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I'm so jealous and in fact - this weekend I'm going to put on those damn shoes and limp around the neighborhood! (Let's be honest .... you're running around Paris for crying out loud!)
PS I'll be in Paris first week of October!