In the past three years have I over come “a lot“, but injury has by far been the most detrimental to my fitness routine. It has been a total roller coaster of stops and starts. I’m beyond grateful for modern medicine and how it has helped me heal but now I’m left beyond frustrated where I’m at physically. The honest truth is I have not taken off my “depression weight” and while I exercise, is typically only a spin class 2-3 times a week. Don’t get me wrong cycling is a good workout, but it’s different than exercise that is weight bearing. I’m an endorphin junkie, I love to push my self to the point of failure. For some reason, I cannot do that with cycling.
I came to realize last month that I really miss running. Not half marathons, not 5Ks, not training… just running. I miss putting on my shoes and pounding out my frustrations on the pavement. Bad day = go for a run while mentally punishing everyone and everything that got in my way that day. Great Day = go for a run, celebrate life and all it’s greatness.
I miss pushing my body farther and faster. I miss going on out and running, just to run. I miss pushing myself to the point of failure.
I started running 20 years ago because it was simple, one foot in front of the other while jamming out to my Walkman. I remember the first time I had to flip my mix tape to Side B and kept on running. I felt strong, I felt empowered. I was a runner, a sweaty, hot runner, so me and my partner can go running together while he can take supplements as the best testosterone booster to improve his performance.
So one foot in front of the other I’m starting back. Slowly. I take what my body give me each time I got out. Getting a little stronger, going a little farther each time. Pushing towards a mile, and hoping that some day I’ll reach the end of my play list. I’ll let you know how it goes.