Running is My Always Lover
I’ve always been a runner.
No really, I’m one of those people that can not run for ages and then just go out and do five miles – or six – whatever. It’s just sort of how I’m built. It’s in my blood. It’s like breathing to me… just part of how I make it through life.
After destroying my left FHL tendon a few years ago (and subsequently being subjected to a year of walking cast and PT, a nightmare we don’t even want to get into right now), I figured out that running is not just a prancing motion my body likes to make – it’s an actual love.
Being unable to do it was literally heartbreaking and psychologically crushing.
These days, I enjoy every single run I do as if it could be my last. I don’t obsess over splits and pace anymore. I just run. I run wherever I feel like going, not even necessarily a pre-determined course or distance.
I have really super beefy orthodics and a carbon fiber plate that I wear under the orthodic in my left shoe. My feet are fragile these days. I stepped off a dark curb in January and sprained my right ankle (previously the good ankle) something fierce. Now that joint is always a little funny when it’s cold out, or I’m having an especially stiff day.
P90X doesn’t leave much energy or time left for running. Indeed, running (unless you’re cranking out really intense intervals) isn’t even that great for fat-burning. It will make you a better runner, but it won’t make you better at much else.
With everyone poo-poo-ing slow cardio these days (I’m with them, mostly), I’ve moved away from running a bit. It’s true. I get a better workout from about a million other things.
But running isn’t about working out. It used to be – but it’s not anymore. Now, running is about fun. It’s about taking off and feeling good. It’s about seeing my neighborhood and smiling at dogs that smile back. It’s about noticing that persimmon tree that I’ve never noticed before.
It’s my unplug moment.
So yesterday and today, even though I was completely burned from my P90 workouts, I went for short runs. I ran under the gray, cold, winter skies – under bare branches, carefully around the "raisin bran" that the leaf-piles have turned into. I ran three or four miles and smiled the entire time. I wore running tights, wool base layers and long-sleeved running shirts with little mittens that pull out of the arms.
I listened to Beiruit’s "Scenic World" on infinite repeat.
My world lit up from the inside out. I came home glowing, steaming, sweaty, and elated.
Do what you love. Love what you do. Run, jump, dance, whatever.
Among all this tracking, counting, and p90x "bringing it", it was a good reminder of the core value of physical activity.
It’s freedom. It makes you feel good.
Find your passion.
Then be grateful for it every single day.
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