I know it has been awhile. Almost 3 years. I didn’t call, email, or even text. I didn’t venture down to the basement for a visit. I abandoned you without any explanation.
I’m sorry. It wasn’t you. It was me.
For years we would get together at least once a week in the summer; 5 days a week in the winter. I’d listen to terrible pop music and count down to water breaks. You’d listen without comment, encouraging me up and down hills and through pre-programmed work outs.
Then I became pregnant. I felt sick for most of the day and was so, very, very tired. It was all I could do to make it through the work day. For the first trimester I’d get home from work and crawl right into bed, barely waking to eat dinner and going right back to sleep. By the time I started to feel better, I had forgotten all about you. I abandoned you. I thought about paying you a visit when my son started sleeping through the night. But before I knew it, I was expecting our second son and there just wasn’t enough time, or energy, in the day.
I should have talked to you before today, before I tried to just pick up where we left off. You were upset, and mean. I could barely hold my previous pace, and even then only for a fraction of my previous time. You laughed. Pointed out it had been 3 years, what exactly had I expected? I barely broke a sweat yet my legs feel like lead and will be sore for days.
I am ready for us to make up. Let’s forget about those missed years and how things were before. Can we start again? It won’t be easy. Lets start with a few slow walks, maybe add in a jog in a few weeks?
I am convinced that with time we can become good friends again.
Yours in fitness,