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.