Well, as you can probably guess from my last post, I really don’t have anything to reflect on for this week. I did my scheduled 5 mile run on Monday, although that was a giant mistake. I was so sore and tired from the 5K the day before and the 5 miles I did on the elliptical the Saturday before that I really needed a day of rest, but it was such a beautiful day I just couldn’t resist. Spring fever! The rest of the week I did nothing except sit home and rest. So frustrating! But I know it was the right choice. I did, however, want to write about some thoughts I had on Monday while running, but have been too exhausted to write them down this entire week.
Monday I was running at Lake Lynn and focusing on staying in the correct HR range. I felt like I could go forever, and it was liberating. For the first time since I started running, I realized just how much I love the sport. I love its simplicity. You don’t need any fancy equipment to be a runner. All you need is a pair of shoes (some would even argue that) and a ground to run on. It’s raw and it’s organic. There are no rules – just lace up your shoes and go. I love its solitude. Some might think running can get lonely, but I love the time I have to spend in my head – I’ve gotten to know myself a lot better since I started. And although racing creates competition against others, I feel that, more than anything, running is a game you play against yourself. On a deeper level, running is a game you play against your mind. I love the freedom. I love that my feet can take me anywhere I want to go, as far as I’m willing to push myself.
For the first time in my life, I truly feel that I am a runner. It is not just something I do, but a part of who I am. I’m no longer doing it to lose weight and get healthy, but rather because I can’t imagine a life without it. Running has changed me, perhaps saved me. Each time I go for a run I always find myself asking, “how did I live my life before?” The honest answer to that is that I don’t think I did.