February 9, 2010

Move Aside, Brooklyn

I went for a 1.5 mile run this morning and then walked 2 miles to work. While admittedly tired for a good portion of the morning, I also felt this incredible inner calm. My work is at its busiest this time of year, so getting in a good workout is always hard. Being able to come into the office feeling refreshed is really just exactly what I need for that extra push through these 13 hour days.

Recently I was chatting with my step mom about running and this blog and how I've been needing more motivation lately than usual. She ran competitively in college and still runs numerous races; distances ranging from 5ks to marathons. No matter the weather, she'll be out there on the trails, roads, treadmills. She's dedicated, she's motivated and she's head over heels in love with running. She is the best source to go to whenever I need an extra surge of motivation. She told me to start looking around for races in the next couple of months, and to start registering for them. This way I won't have impossible goals (being on the cover of Sports Illustrated), but rather much more manageable goals, such as running in more races. Who knows? Maybe Brooklyn Decker will have some competition ;)

Seriously, though. My stepmom made an excellent point: When the going gets tough, the tough get going. So go out there and register for those races and prove to yourself that not only do you have the desire to run, you have the ability to as well.
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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.