I ran the Broad Street 10-miler today.

All of it.

I haven’t run since August…

I wasn’t expecting to run all of it. I just planned to show up, listen to my body and have fun. My only goal was to just get my first run of the year in, thinking I had no excuse not to do 3 miles but could maybe push out 5-6.

And this run was very healing for me.

It reminded me who I was.

Who I am.

And I don’t think I could have done this if I was still in a relationship that was wrong for me. I had bailed on a half just before my break up, granted I was sick too (possibly also related to being in the wrong relationship).

It reminded me how I am resilient.

I am accomplished.

I am self aware. And can manage my emotions. My expectations. The pressure I put on myself.

I’m steady.

I’m grounded.

I’m disciplined. I show up and do the hard work.

And it reminded me that I enjoy running.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get back to running or not. I figured I wouldn’t truly know without doing it which is why I signed up for races this year. But now that I finally did it, I can genuinely say I am looking forward to lacing up my shoes more. After I let myself recover, of course.

Not that I need reminding, but I love Philly. The people are great. Friendly. Kind. Supportive. The signs cheering us on were silly.

Plus, I got to high five a dog during the race. That was a first.