Turns Out I Might Be a Runner After All

Turns Out I Might Be a Runner After All

It’s Sunday night, and today marks the second week in a row that I actually did all of my planned training runs for the 5K I signed up for in July. I was a little worried there for a bit this afternoon because I have been having some neck pain and I have been somewhat out of it today, but I leashed up my dogs, and we headed out to a trail a couple blocks away from my house. It was a short run, 22 minutes, but I am still pretty darn happy that I managed to get outside. I have truly shocked myself with how seriously I am taking this, and my husband is pretty bemused too. He is usually incredibly supportive about every endeavor of mine, but surprisingly when I first told him I was going to do this, he laughed at me. Not a great response. I have to say, that response while annoying at the time, and again so completely unlike him has only added another layer of motivation. I love casually dropping in our conversations how I went for a training run, and mentioning how I ran close to 10 miles last week altogether. He won’t soon doubt me again. While I have definitely had moments when I am not feeling up to running, it has actually been a more positive experience than I anticipated. I am sure to someone who regularly runs it’s probably no big deal but I never quite realized how much different the experience of running or walking somewhere is to just driving by in the car. I have been taking the same route day in and day out when I take the bus to get to my office once I park my car, and there are just so many little things that you don’t notice when you’re in the car. Just seeing the variation of the grasses, and the way different buildings look more closely. I feel like I’m getting an up and personal tour of parts of my university I had never even seen before. It may sound like I’m exaggerating but doing this has made me feel more alive if that sounds possible. I never regret having done a run, and it also has had this completely unexpected benefit of leading me to make healthier choices all the way around. The idea of stopping after work to grab a quick bite out of a drive-thru just sounds so unappealing after I have spent 45 minutes jogging in the heat and sweating. Kind of like I don’t want to ruin the hard work I am putting it by eating some random garbage. I don’t know if other people who have more developed fitness routines or who regularly run also feel that way. I’d love to hear if that’s the case, or if the initial high of doing something so physical tends to simmer over time and one starts dipping their toes back into their unhealthy ways. I hope not. I kind of have this feeling that this whole 5K thing might turn out to be the thing, that fork in the road between routinely making healthier choices for my life and remaining on the less than stellar path I was on. My husband says everything I turn my attention to ends up being taken to the maximum level, 150% on effort on my part. I don’t see why this has to be any different. I’m certainly looking forward to finding out.

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