I'm a Runner, HOLLA!

You know what I realized tonight?

I'm a runner.

 

No, I'm not fast.

No, I can't run far yet.

But I AM a runner.

 

Want to know why?

Because my legs hurt...and instead of appreciating this break from sweating, it is killing me.

Straight up KILLING me.

I need to sweat.

I need to burn.

I need to run.

 

Don't get my wrong,

I love to be lazy.

And I'm lazy pretty often.

 

I've been sick for 3 days.

I can't breath through my nose

{disgusting, I know}

but all I can think about is WHEN CAN I RUN?

 

Who am I??

I'm not even sure anymore...but I know that I love running.

 

I love how I can be having the worst day ever and then when I go pound some pavement, it makes me feel better.

Listening to music, thinking about goals, analyzing how I am going to accomplish those goals, motivating myself, imagining how I am going to post a fast pace on IG, and just having time to think.

Running is my jam.

 

I've always loved sports.

I mean LOVED sports.

 

In high school, I played volleyball, basketball, softball, and tennis.

I even cheered once or twice but only so I could ride the bus to football games.

I was always active, it was like breathing to me.

 

Then came college.

I still played sports, I was still active.....

but after college, I lost myself.

 

I became a Mom, a wife, a student again, and I lost myself.

It wasn't about me. Ever.

 

I'm still a mom and a wife and now a career woman....and it's SO EASY as a mom to lose yourself.

To not make time for yourself.

To do that load of laundry or those dishes instead of going for a run.

To sweep the floor instead of making it to that class at the gym.

For one rest day to turn into months.

 

BUT YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.

If making you happy leaves a few dishes in the sink, who cares?

 

source

 

I'm teaching my kids that it's good to be active.

My kids may not have a mom that fits into a size 4 jeans, but they know that Mom runs and goes to the gym and pays attention to calories.

They are learning from me.

And when I run, I'm happier.

Which makes me a better mom.

Isn't that what we all want to be anyways?

 

I have my first 10K next Saturday.

I should be scared.

I should be worried about not finishing....

but instead, all I can think about is making sure I can breath through my nose by then so that I can run.

 

I don't need a pair of high heels to make me feel like a woman, my running shoes make me feel like Superwoman and I don't even have to remove my cape when I get home to do the Mom gig.

 

Are you a runner?

Do you even realize it yet?

Or are you just starting out?

I read an interesting blog post here that some of you might enjoy reading...just thought I would share.

 

Here's to hoping I am back to rockstar status and can run soon!



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