February 14, 2010

In Love With Running

Getting up this morning, I could not wait to put on my sneakers and go for a run. I actually woke up at 7:20am, on a Sunday, just because I was so excited about running. That thought alone makes me so happy. I'm officially back to being in love with running. I feel good while running, I feel good while thinking about running, and I feel good being me. Life has its way of sneaking in and bearing down with so many different stresses, especially for a single girl on Valentine's Day. Having an outlet, and a healthy outlet at that, is essential. Knowing that when I slide my feet into my sneakers every morning, I'm doing something to actively beat down the stresses and improve my life is wonderful. How could I not be in a fabulous mood for the rest of the day? Running really does bring a sense of calm into my life and mellows me out. I feel I can handle the stress after an early morning run now. I feel secure in my own body and I feel happy. If this is truly what running can bring, no wonder so many people run marathons.
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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.