Before I get ahead of myself, my real true love of course is this guy…
|Before my first half marathon in October 2011|
|Before my first marathon|
2. I’ve established, worked for, and achieved big goals for myself. I have always been an athlete, and for a period of time after quitting water polo in college and before starting running, I lost that part of my life. I missed it, and I didn’t even realize how much until I got it back again. Establishing and achieving goals that aren’t related to career or finances in my adult life is something that will always be important to me. I love competition.
3. I’ve made great friends. I ran solo for a long time, but as I started making running friends along with blogging friends, solo runs turned into “where do you want to meet this weekend” runs, and I started looking even more forward to running long runs on the weekend.
4. I don’t stress the small stuff as much. I’m a high anxiety person; ask anyone that knows me well and they’ll confirm. Lately, though, I’m less so. I realize that none of the little things really matter that much. There’s really not a lot in the world on a day to day basis worth stressing over, and when I find stuff that I do start stressing over, I go for a run.
5. I’m happier. It’s probably a combination of all of the things above (including a husband that I’m blessed to be married to), but I credit my active lifestyle with helping me always see the bright side of things. There’s something about spending time with myself and my thoughts that makes me thankful for all the good things. It’s all those endorphins, I guess.
6. I’m in the best shape of my life. Being in good shape relates to all of the above things as well, but when I can decide to up and run ten miles and don’t bat an eye over it, I know that it’s definitely the first time in my life that has been the case. I wouldn’t change a thing.
There are a million other little reasons, but those are some of the main ones. And the reason I sat down to write this is one of those “you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone” moments. Running isn’t really gone at all; it’s just on hiatus for two weeks+. Which totally isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things. I went to the doctor and he said I have got a raging case of peroneal tendonitis for sure and that I definitely shouldn’t be running through it. I can bike and swim and do other stuff, but no running. I’m going for an MRI next week then I’ll get results the following week. That will determine the length of time for treatment. It could be two weeks after that or it could be longer.
The thing is that I’m loving biking and swimming right now, and I’m excited to get to spend more time doing those activities. But when someone tells you you can’t do something? All you want to do is do it…and running it is right now. I haven’t gone for a good run in a couple of weeks, and it’s all I want to do right now. In the mean time, watch me dive head first into biking and swimming. I’m going to be logging some miles I tell you!
Oh, that means I’m 100% out for Iron Girl this weekend. Oh well. As long as I’m back for Chicago training to start in June I’ll be happy as a clam. I’ll do anything they tell me.
What is your true love? What makes you so happy that is all your own?