Review: Running Free

IMG_7486Book: Running Free: A runner’s journey back to nature
Author: Richard Askwith

If you’re feeling in a rut with your running, you will not fail to be inspired by this gem of a book.  After a stressful long winter of marathon training, my body and mind were tired.  I didn’t feel as motivated as I once did.  This book came along and rescued me at just the right time.

Forget pace, split times, expensive kit and race entries.  Askwith takes you back to basics, reminding you why you fell in love with running in the first place.  Whether it’s with squelchy toes through farmers fields, or getting lost in the mountains, this book is a liberating journey through the weird and wonderful of taking things back to nature.

It’s inspirational in its simpleness and beautiful in its humbleness. This book sparked my passion to get out and get dirty again.  What more could you want?!

Running – I’m back

IMG_7451.JPGI realise that my blog has a tendency towards the tough times and my battles. That’s what has inspired me to write. But don’t get me wrong – on my good days I am on fire!!

This morning I was up early for my first run in over a year. Pregnancy wasn’t the kindest (in the sense of sickness and other ills), then birth (enough said), and breastfeeding, which means I haven’t run since last summer.

I always had in mind that I’d enjoy the first 6 months post-partum focussing on my little one, and listen to my body to know when it was ready to resume. Running has always been my go to when I’m feeling stressed. Some days I leave my worries behind without a second thought. Other days they go round and round in my head while I’m running but I find I get a new perspective when I’m out on the trail. At times I’m at my most creative when I’m out on a run and come back raring to go with fresh inspiration. Running leaves you dirty, achy and tired, but I never feel worse when I’ve been out for a run (mentally at least).

I’ve been feeling the urge to get out for a couple of weeks now. And what a morning I picked. I was out just as the sun was creeping up. It was fresher than I was expecting, damp underfoot, but I ran with squelchy toes through the farmers’ fields and footpaths behind our house. I was rewarded with the most beautiful sunrise. It was slow and steady. I stopped too many times to take photos. I didn’t run far. That was enough for me.

When I return home, the house was is still quiet. There is fresh coffee to be had, a hot shower, and facing the day with a smug smile.

I know the feeling wears off a little. I know the initial motivation will dull over time and it will be harder to get out, when the mornings are cold and dark. I’ve been there.

But right now, in this moment, I feel invincible.