Thursday, October 6, 2011

A New Love

7:00 am, I roll out of bed. I put on my tights, my jacket, my Nikes, and I hit the pavement. Anywhere from 3 miles, to working up to 13 miles and then I'm home again. That's all it takes. 30 minutes to an hour, stretching out my leg muscles, pushing myself beyond what I thought I was capable of. Running.
Sometimes I realize I have a very love/hate relationship with running. There are days when it is the last thing I want to do, but mostly I just have to get going and then I don't regret my decision to get out of bed and just run. I have about 50 days left to train before my half marathon in Seattle at the end of November. It's so exciting to have a goal to work towards. It makes running so much more purposeful, not to mention that my clothes have started seeming a bit larger on me than I am used to. Oh the perks! I run, then I have coffee, its like my treat that I work towards. I highly recommend running. It is freeing yes. It is invigorating yes. But more than that, it just makes you feel so healthy and good about yourself.
Lately I have been running with a guy friend of mine. It's been great because he naturally runs at a faster pace, being that he's a guy with longer and stronger legs than I have. Running with a partner makes it so you can share the burden of the run, and it keeps you accountable to waking up and just doing it. It also makes the run go by faster when you can carry a conversation. My church leader John Mark calls it house church. A new way to view running with someone, rather than just putting my head phones in and being hyper individualistic which I am very guilty of at times.
This running thing, might have to be a new lifestyle choice for me. After the Seattle 1/2 marathon, who knows where I will go from there. Start training for a full maybe? Or do another 1/2 before I do Hood to Coast next summer? I'm not sure. I just know me and running will hopefully be dating for awhile. I have a little bit of a crush.

Love and endorphins,


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