Day 13: Issue a public apology.
Dear Running Shoes,
It's been a while. I know. I was sick with that neverending cold and delightful lingering cough, and then we moved, and I no longer had access to a gym nearby. Then things got busy, and... you know.
It's not that I don't want to put you on! I've been feeling restless lately, and I know that a good run would put everything back into balance. I just don't know where to run in this new neighborhood, and the hubs has been too busy to coordinate a running date with me. I need to get over my nervousness and just hit the pavement, but I've been feeling stuck. I want to bring you out for a run, but I just don't. Sometimes it feels like I can't, but I know that's just my pesky sense of avoidance and laziness.
You look so lonely in the closet. The flip-flops are stacked up in front of you, nearly blocking you from view, but I know you're there. Oh, I definitely know you're there. I'm sorry for ignoring you. I really am.
So I promise to change things. I promise to just put you on and start running, leaving behind those silly anxieties about getting lost or getting stuck on a hill. We'll hit the road, you and I, and we'll be happy. We'll run and run, and even though we'll be a little sore, it will feel so so good. Pinky promise.
