Tuesday, January 22, 2013
For about a week I was really slacking on running. I was still finding time to workout, but it was easier with the recent cold front to work out to a DVD in my living room rather than getting all dressed, warming the car and driving to my parents (a whopping two miles) to run on their treadmill. I even attempted to get dressed up and run outside, but with -30 degree windchill (colder than Alaska has been the last few weeks) and the snow packed and icy driveway, I just couldn't do it.
Around the same time as my running was side tracked, I was noticing I was more irritable...in fact I was downright mean to my husband sometimes. I couldn't figure out why, I was just in such a bad mood. In fact my mood was so horrible that on our trip to a Fargo (a 6 hour drive), the only time we spoke was to talk about our kids.
As soon as we arrived and checked into our hotel I couldn't even stand myself, I had on a whim packed my running shoes thinking I'd workout after my son went to sleep to a DVD, but instead I looked at my shoes, looked at my husband who was barely speaking to me, and announced I was going running. B didn't even respond. Not a shocker considering if he did I would have probably ripped his head off.
I headed straight down to the hotel gym and found my favorite treadmill, the room was empty, and it was as if I was being called to home. I didn't hesitate to jump on the treadmill, minus any distractions - music, TV, nothing. After a brief warm up I cranked up the treadmill and just pounded out all my frustrations. Before I knew it I had ran over 2 miles going at a solid 10 mph pace. At that point I quit knowing I had a Dr. appointment for a blood pregnancy test (it was negative as I knew - no we are not trying) so that I was free and clear for my surgery the following day. I ran back up to the hotel room, quickly rinsed off and headed to my appointment (B and Cale had taken off to the pool already).
While running I could literally feel my mood improving, it was as if I suddenly knew I had been irritable and quite the challenge to live with because I was missing running. It was at this moment that I realized running is a part of me. It's not just something I do to lose weight (although that's one heck of a bonus). It's me....it's a part of who I am. I am a runner.
I leave you with this quote...
"I am not a good runner because I am me; I am a good me because I am a runner." - Kristin Armstrong