I hate running. Hate it. It is umcomfortable, sometimes it just plain hurts. It takes up precious time I could use to do nothing. I hate getting up early to beat the heat. It makes me sweat profusely, run through too many pairs of socks, bras, underwear, tshirts, etc. I look like an overripened tomato. I hate it.
I love running. I love when I get in the groove and my mind just floats away. I love hearing my feet pound on the pavement. I love the way it makes me look and feel. I love the flush in my cheeks after I've cooled down a bit. I love the way it serves as a moving meditation. I love what it does to my mental state. I love it.
So, I have juggled my priorities and have decided to prioritize running (though this morning I did prioritize sleep - maybe I need to remind myself of my priorities). My half marathon training will drive the rest of my social/work schedule. I have asked A to serve as my running "coach" for the half marathon. He is going to help develop a plan for me - and since he sees me every day at work he'll check in with me about how I'm doing.
I love how running and training for an event can bring structure to my life. Like a puppy, I need structure but rebel against it. And also like a puppy I have always relied on others (J) to provide it for me. It is time for me to provide and maintain structure for myself. To fold the clothes that have been sitting clean in the hamper for three days while I fritter away my time doing other things. They are clothes I need to run. See how this might work?
Take care dear readers - I'll be running.
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I wish I could run. I ran in college - it took me so long to build up the stamina to be able to run any real distance, it was pathetic. Then I sprained my ankle and never got back to it. I think I'm just dreading that start-up time.
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