It had been two weeks since I last ran.  Although I packed running clothes for our North Carolina trip, the wintery conditions did not make for safe running conditions.  The roads were covered with sheets of ice and after already slipping and falling on my ass once, I was afraid I would slide off the side of a mountain.  Despite my lack of running in North Carolina, I still remained active with brisk walks while exploring the towns and snow tubing.

Miraculously, around week twelve, my nausea disappeared and I felt ready to get back on track, but I couldn’t find the track because it seemed I brought the mountains home with me with the amount of laundry we accumulated in one week, not to mention an avalanche of Christmas decorations that made my house look as if Christmas threw up in my house.

Then, over the weekend, I received an e-mail from my running partner, Tiffany.  It seemed she had fallen off the running track as well and she was looking to get back on path.  Her e-mail was just the push I needed and we met Monday morning for a quick run.

I hoped to do 3 miles, however, after a 10 minute walking warm-up, stretching and running at a much slower pace, I only had time for 2 miles as I had to be home in time for DH to leave for work.

2 miles

Pace 12:23

Time 12:46

Two miles, shoe miles!  The shorter distance and slower pace did not bother me a bit, because after a long hiatus, I was running again and that felt so good.