Head Over Heels: Running, Take Two

January 28, 2010

Running, Take Two

So it's been a few weeks since my last post. I admit I let the winter get to me and my morning runs. I could launch into the endless excuses about finals and 60 hour work weeks and losing my sneakers and negative temperatures and snow...but I wont :) Instead, I'm proud to report that I'm even more determined to make running a part of my life. I've actually missed my morning runs, which has to count for something.

These past few weeks have not been a total loss. I've taken to doing morning and evening stretches and ab workouts, and walking four miles every day (to and from work). My body still feels in shape and I feel even more limber and ready to hit the ground running. I've decided that after this long work week and this weekend away, I'm going to go out for a morning run on Monday. It'll be a fantastic start to the week and a fantastic way to get back into gear.

While Haruki Murakami writes that one should never take two consecutive days off from running, I think my three-week hiatus was actually needed. It allowed me time to rest, focus on other aspects of my life, and let me look forward to running again.

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Welcome to Head Over Heels!

Like many 20-something women, I woke up one morning exasperated. It seemed like every day I would find a new passion, a new dream, and get excited about yet another project, just to find that they would all crash and burn. I wanted something that I could control and that would be all mine.

Because our 20s are a time of exploration and discovery, it's very hard to find that path that directs us exactly to our dreams, especially because our dreams have the habit of evolving overnight. I had worn myself into a tizzy of exhaustion, disappointment, and an overwhelming sense of having no control over my own life. And that's when I went for that first run.

Two minutes later, I arrived back at my apartment steps, panting. As long and as torturous as those two minutes felt, they also gave me a sense of liberation, a feeling that had been severely lacking in my life. The next day, pathetically still sore, I again put on my sneakers. Three minutes, yes! This routine was repeated daily throughout the summer and now, I'm a half-marathoner! My ultimate goal, a marathon, still looms in the distant future, but the even bigger goal is one I can actively work on every day: learning to gain control over my own life and learning to fall in love with myself one step at a time.