Running is a one year old passion for me. It took three weeks to process a terrible thing I had heard and to start feeling addicted and then, well, I took off. I've flirted with running for all of my life but now I'm a convert. Many people see me out and about running and almost all ask why? The answer is so simple. It's simple to run, you just put your shoes on, leave the house and put one foot in front of the other. I love the solitude, I love my ipod, I love the time to think.
I am not into team sports, though I'll obsessively be watching yet another Tour de France soon and complaining (again) about being alone on my couch. I exercise alone. I monitor my heart without a heart rate monitor by simply checking in with myself. It's self indulgent and it makes my clothes too big. I run fun runs and one day I'd love to be met at the end of one by my kids or a friend.
Today I got an early birthday present from my Dad, new running shoes. Now the guy in Athletes Foot was so incredibly good looking I honestly would have bought every shoe in the store. Something about his tattoos or his eyes or the way he spoke about performance socks just had me. He was talking about running, a language I could understand. (ok, so the guy didn't give me a second glance.. but he may have looked if I had been a decade younger... at least that's what I going to delude myself by thinking)
I guess it feels like I'm in on the secret..... that running is cheaper than therapy and twice as effective. It makes me feel free. Thanks for the shoes papa bear!
Today's revelation: running 'towards' is far more beneficial than running 'from'.
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