I can’t even remember the day I started, or why I started, for that matter. But the day I started running, it was warm, and it happened this past spring.
I hate running. That is such a strong word – and I don’t make a habit of using that word. But the word does exemplify how I truly feel about running.
Yet, with wisdom and time, I have learned that running is quite efficient at it’s job of raising your heart rate, with quite a small investment of time and equipment. Few activities can make that claim.
This is not my first engagement with running. Running always eventually Â loses, as it fades in and out of my routine. Yoga maintains its place as a stronghold in my life – regardless of what other kick I”m on.
Yoga. I could go on an on about how beneficialÂ it is, and how grateful I am for the gift of its poses. But not now.
I used to spend up to forty minutes getting ready to run – because I dreaded it so much. I thought of everything — fussing with Pandora, fussing with headphones, fusing with my shoestrings. Wasting time. Then, I saw a Pintersest sign that stated, “ Go running as soon as your feet hit the floor; before your mind knows what it’s doing.”
Runners tell me that I will change. That running will change. The pain will go away. Maybe, the pain is giving away, just a little, but I don’t presume that to happen. I can’t imagine the day when I will love to go for a run.
Surprisingly, though, something unexpected did happen. I’ve found myself, gradually, Â a bit eager to get out of bed and lace up my shoes. I just can’t wait to get outside to see what the night left behind on earth; as if everything I see is a little gift to rediscover.
And that little payoff came in big while here on vacation.