Do you ever have a moment of remembering who you are? Like a part of you went on hiatus, but then you realized it can come back any time you want.
I used to run - a lot. And mountain biked, and did triathlons, and generally was outside with my heart rate cranked up quite often. But then a series of running injuries got me, and I decided to go to yoga, and I really liked it. So I just kept going. And it seemed to be fixing my injuries instead of giving me more, and was a major life line after my dad died, so I just went to yoga all the time. And I still love it, and have fun with it (as evidenced below - a friend and I were debating possible arm balances, and sending pics, and having fun.)
But a few months ago some friends proposed the idea of running a big relay race this summer. It's been a few years since I've done any running (like literally, not a step), but I thought it sounded like a good time. So I've been slowwwwly dipping my toe back into running, and while the running itself is fine, being back in the woods is great.
Yesterday I got out for a quick run at the end of the day, and it was the most curious feeling of finding a part of myself again. A part that hadn't gone anywhere but had been lying dormant, and was really happy to be back in the sunshine.