Running on empty header image shows me reclining on the bed, topless but wearing running shorts, resting my hand on my crotch.

Running On Empty

Running on empty header image shows me reclining on the bed, topless but wearing running shorts, resting my hand on my crotch.

What I’m enjoying about February PhotoFest so far is the need to create a post for each day of the month. I’ve set myself this goal and I will achieve it. And after yesterday’s questionably erotic post about Broccoli I really did want to share my boobs. However, aside from choosing pictures to share, it’s much harder to find one redeeming feature per post for myself than I realised. (And I’m only on day seven!) It’s moments like this I wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. But a little reminder that I’ve been running on empty for too long, and need to super charge my inner self, was exactly what I needed.

You all know I like running, right? If not then do go and have a read of this post: Trust Your Landmark And Run Through The Smoke. Ok, now we can continue…

The picture at the top is one I took for Sir last autumn.

At the time I felt the opposite of empty, and was running often. Increasing my distance to stretch out, develop my fitness. But then I had my birthday. Although this was a lot of fun, it was followed up with severe drop. And then an illness. This was followed by a procedure. A month later, with my mileage creeping up again, my youngest got flu. He generously passed it along to me over Christmas. I selflessly shared with my oldest, and we all followed it up with a nasty chest. What joys!

As such, I was unable to run at all for four weeks. And running is such a vital part of my mental health toolkit. I’m back out now. Starting back at the beginning again, as I did after Covid. And as I did later, when I was given the medical all clear when I started losing weight. Not to mention each of the other times I’ve started running.

I am not going to lie. I AM frustrated to be back at the beginning. Again.

But while blazing a trail yesterday I realised something I like about myself. That I am able to start over without beating myself up. As I type I’m thinking on the other examples in my world where this is true. Like after getting rid of P. And when I moved further west eighteen months after that. Each time I do, things are better than they were before. I get better at setting goals, and keeping track of where I wish to get to.

I have entered a late spring race. It’s not the fifty miler I’d planned for, but it is going to be a challenge to get back up to fitness. I wasn’t going to sit around getting bored though. Rather, I thought training for ten hilly, coastal miles would be a lot more fun! And the fifty milers will be there when I’m ready to achieve that goal.

There’s plenty of time, I’m only forty.

Now I’m back out running again (one to three miles a time) I am feeling the therapeutic benefits all over again. And while I thought I wasn’t entirely running on empty, the boost these few miles give me is such a joy. Long may they continue to do so, and long may I be motivated to keep focussed on my goals.

Both running and otherwise.

Boob Day
February Photo Fest 2023

Thank you for joining me for February PhotoFest 2023. This is my fourth time joining the month long celebration of erotic and sensual photography. If you’re enjoying it please do go and check out the previous years: 2019 was an incomplete month. I skipped 2020 due to not blogging at the time but 2021 was a joy to plan and complete, in spite of lockdowns. 2022 was a little more relaxed behind the scenes, but jam packed with pictures and memories I love.

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