This past weekend I rediscovered a past love. We were introduced about 10 years ago and we were really really tight for several years. We would visit almost everyday, and I'd spend hours and hours with that love. But at some point in my life things shifted. I tried to hang on but it seemed like other interests held my attention more. I met a man that would later become my husband, I had a child (The Little Miss/TLM) and life seemingly became really really busy. Even though I missed you, it just didn't seem like I had any time for you. I'm so sorry. My body is sorry.
But this past weekend we met up again and it came back to me. Oh how I have missed you. My body missed you and you even made me a little sore, you know that soreness. Sore, but in a very very good way. I saw you on Friday, Saturday and Sunday and I'm hoping we can sneak some time in during the week. I need you. I need you to help transform me. The exercise is good for my body and the solitude and time away from the Husband and TLM are good for my soul. You give me a little time to think, to unwind, to reflect. I think differently when we're together, life is good with you and the more time we're together the better I feel.
There's a lot I'm expecting from this new relationship. I'm hoping, I'll get my old body back, or at least a reasonable facsimile of it, increase my endurance and cardio strength, lower my blood pressure and generally get into better shape.
Oh my beloved walks, I have missed you. I'm so glad we're back together and like it or not, I'm going to be seeing you a lot.
It was this that got me started again and I couldn't be happier.