... and another double run day. Which means that I am now officially exhausted. It wasn't actually the running which tired me out though. Okay, a little bit, but not much. It was the lack of sleep after horrendous nightmares and then an intense counselling session which left me feeling pretty drained*. Compared to that, running is a little gift of happiness.
I have been feeling pretty darned fed up of the whole PTSD thing, so being able to run and feel a physical energy flowing is bloomin' brilliant. My first run was running my littlest to school. He was on his scooter... and I ran. And secretly enjoyed the surprised faces of other parents as I ran back home after them clocking me not looking my normal maternal self, and instead, running up a flippin' big hill. That is a nice feeling.
My second run involved running with our Notts Women Runners Monday evening group. I back-mark that group and I really enjoy it. You get to have a nice chat with the runners at the back, you get to see the difference a bit of encouragement and support makes... and you get to witness women pushing themselves and feeling proud of what they have achieved. When you're leading a session, you get a bit caught up in trying to be all eyes, ears and organisation... assisting is a different story. They're both good in different ways, but it is special to feel that connection with a smaller group of runners.
And bed is calling...
*falls asleep instantly*
* this isn't to say that counselling isn't a good thing, it's just that it is an intense process of working through things which is very tiring.