I used to be a runner. A runner’s runner.
I ran during a hurricane (well, it was just the beginning winds) in Florida. I ran on Christmas day. I ran on Thanksgiving, on my birthday, and even sometimes after going out to bars at 2 am. (OK, that was a bit silly). But running fueled me. It was my peace of mind when I was stressed. It was my “me time” when I had a lot to do.
And then, I got married. And somehow, eating cookie dough and snuggling on the couch seemed like more fun than running. And then, I had babies. And you get my point.
So after 10 years of being BFF with the pavement or the dirt road or the track or the treadmill of wherever I happened to be, I kind of just… lost my stride.
But now I’m trying to get back in business. And not just to finally fit back into those pre-pregnancy jeans or look bathing suit happy — I could actually care very little about that right now. But mostly, because it’s good to go.
I thought about this while “watching” (yes, notice the quotes) Monday Night Football with my husband last night. There is just something about sport, about pushing your limits, about setting goals, about doing more than you ever thought you could on a physical level that means so much on a mental — and even spiritual level.
A friend (Hi Zoe!) posted this quote on her Facebook wall the other day with the same sentiment:
“I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. Twenty six times, I’ve been trusted to take the game-winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” – Michael Jordan
I’ve never been particularly athletic. I was a chubby teenager who laced up some tennis shoes at 15, lost a bunch of weight, and ran my way to a happy, healthy adulthood. But the discipline of running – of not giving up when you’re tired – of knowing that no matter what, you’ll turn that next corner and reach that next goal – has been a big part of making me the woman I am now.
And so today, I will run.