Running again

There's a bridge that crosses Lake Ray Hubbard and connects my little town with the rest of the metroplex.  It's a small, and if you don't live in Rockwall, you probably don't have much reason to cross it.  I've crossed it many, many times for different reasons, both by car, and on foot.  It's become one of my favorite paths to run, and I've had some great moments running that bridge.  I've run so many days, so many distances, but every run accross that bridge is memorable for me.  The first time I ran accross the lake and back I felt as though I had achieved a distance much greater than 4 miles.  It was for me, the real beginning of my love of running.  It was the first time I set out to run a distance just for myself, not because I was training for a race, but just because I wanted to run.  The day I ran 6 miles, accross the bridge and farther was the day I knew I could run a half marathon.  It was the first place I can remember hitting a pace that I never thought possible for me.   It was where I would take my son to run with me over the summer, and he started to find the love of running as well, with his herky jerky sprints and stops and starts.  It's a place I find peace, when I'm crossing the lake, and watching the sun set and all is calm on the water.  Yesterday I ran that bridge again, and again I found that peace. It's been about 2 weeks since I've started back running, and it's been very slow going, and while I've been happy to get back on my feet, I have been frustrated with my progress.  My legs have felt heavy, and there have been times where I just couldn't make them move quickly at all.  It's almost like the forgot how to move.  But yesterday on that bridge I my legs felt light,and my feet felt quick.  It was the first day I had that old  free feeling back that I had missed for so long.  It wasn't about the numbers on the Garmin, the minutes and seconds per mile, because that's not really what I run for.  It was the feeling of the easy breath, the footsteps on the ground, and having back that fluid movement where every part of my body moves together.  It was the first day I felt like I was really running again.