I have recently recovered my love for running...very recently. But it's back. I love being outside, and there's something about sweating, really sweating, that makes you feel so good about life.
I ran all the time when I was younger. I loved to run with my mom, and it felt good to race my dad and kick his butt up the last hill to our house. But I plateaued, and as I tend to only enjoy the things at which I excel (which, yes, I realize is a problem for me), my running quickly petered out.
Now with a marathon coming up in October, I have little choice but to once again dive into running. I'm a goal-setter. It's what I do. Little checklists mean, well, little, but a big, long-term goal really does excite me. This marathon is the definition of a big goal. And I didn't realize it until I already signed up. There was no, "I'm going to start running again" or "maybe a 10k would be cool." I jumped straight to marathoning. Hmm. But I think it's good for me. I need to be committed to something, and I think it's made me way more able to love this running thing again than a simple three-mile-a-day jog would do.
But commitment means I need to cease sleeping through an entire afternoon on the day I was supposed to man up and take a long run...we'll see how I do tomorrow..
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