There are a lot of activities that I'm interested in pursuing, now that I'm getting healthier and stronger. Bike riding, playing tennis and kayaking (or actually, learning how to kayak) are at the top of the list. And although I know several runners, all of whom are intensely passionate about it, I don't find it all that appealing. Don't get me wrong, I can definitely see myself doing a 5 or 10k at some point, once I can, just because I can. And maybe occasionally afterward for charity. But as a regular activity? I don't see it. Of course, you never know. That's what my husband once said, and now he's a running maniac!
But lately I've been dreaming about running. Not the sad little half walk-half shuffle thing I can do for VERY short bursts right now. Actual, long stride, high knee athletic running. In the dreams it's always accompanied by a feeling of "Hey, look what I can do!", and a feeling that's a cross between bouncing and flying. I don't know what it feels like in real life, but if it's anything like it is in my dreams, I can see why people get hooked.
These dreams are relatively new, but they come fairly often. And like all good dreams, all real-life limitations have vanished. My legs don't feel like lead, my knees and back don't hurt, and I have boundless energy. This past year has been pretty interesting and exciting, as my energy increases and I'm able to do more things for longer periods of time. The marathon sessions of yard work over the last few days (yes it's finally finished!) wouldn't have been possible just 2 years ago. And even last year, it would have taken me longer to finish and would have required more recovery time.
So for now, I'll still try to sometimes squeeze in a little of that shuffle-walk thing when I'm out in the park, knowing that as more time passes, my dreams of running get closer to reality.