Lately, running has been less for me and more to prove something. To prove I can go faster than the day before. To prove I run a lot. To prove I have the mental capabilities to run 6 days a week and not give up. And this is not good. So today, when I strapped on my running shoes, I decided to get back to the basics and run for me. I blared my music and ran. I listened to my body and slowed down when I felt like I needed to. I sped up when I felt like I needed to. And despite the fact that it was 70 degrees outside (a heatwave again!) and about 9000% humidity, I enjoyed my run.
I really enjoyed listening to my breathing, the pounding of my feet on the pavement, waving at the walkers who were out walking their dogs. I enjoyed having an easy run and not caring about my pace, if I was going fast or slow. I fell back in love with running and remembered why I run. I was tired, I was hot, I spent far too much time (and money) at Target avoiding this run. But once I got out there and did it for me, everything felt right again.
It was the best run I've had in a long time. It wasn't far. It wasn't fast. But it was what I needed. I think we need to remember why we run sometimes because it's so easy to get caught up in going further, faster, farther that we totally forget the reason that we started running in the first place. And that's when we lose motivation.
After my run, a couple of HIIT routines, and a lot of sitting around avoiding homework later, dinner was ready. It was delicious, cheese covered chicken. But that's not why I'm mentioning dinner. I had to compare my plate with my brother's plate because it shows how obsessed I am with vegetables.
I think I might have a problem. I might need to look into vegetable therapy.
I leave you with a photo of the boyfriend and me, because I really am missing him and he still has two more days of work.
Why do you run?