Lately my motivation for the day
is that I have an afternoon run waiting for me.
Most people would read this and think
that maybe I’m stressed out or that life has been a little hard lately.
But it’s really not that.
It’s more that I’ve missed running so much, and I’m finally able to run again,
that it’s really all I want to do.
And when I’m not running, its on my mind most of the time.
I feel like a seventh grade girl who can’t stop thinking about her crush.
When I wake up in the morning and realize it’s a running day
there is an instant buzz inside me. An anticipation.
Though it’s frustrating knowing the run distance is minuscule
compared to my runs of the past,
I’m just happy to be out there.
I thrive on the feeling I get when a workout is complete
and I wholeheartedly believe in the “Runners High.”
There’s nothing like it.
Running clears my head, brings positivity in my heart
and makes me feel like a champ.
There’s nothing I’d rather do.
My next scheduled running day won’t be for a few days.
After all, I am trying my best to ‘take it easy.’
(Easier said than done.)
But maybe this slow and steady start
has allowed me to appreciate my sport, and cherish it, that much more.