Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Nothing is like running.
When I ran W6D1 yesterday, part of me just wanted to stop. I was bored and tired. Running too fast and not running fast enough. But the bigger part of me just wanted to keep going. And that's what pushed me through I suppose.
Did I mention it was really hot? I was sweating buckets during the run, and I'm a person who barely sweats at all.
But when the run was over, that amazing euphoric feeling came over me. I just wanted to shower and bask in the small victory. After a run, my face is bright red, my skin and clothes are soaked, and I feel, oddly enough, beautiful.
During runs, I'm always thinking that I'll give myself an extra day of rest between sessions.
After the run, I just want to get back out.
Running is a paradox. It's pain and it's feeling better than I ever have. It's dying for the run to be over, and it's dying to lace my shoes up and get back out there. It's wanting to never run again and wanting to someday run a marathon. It's thinking that running is easy and thinking that running is impossible.
Perhaps the biggest paradox is this: I run, but I don't think I'm a runner. Someday I hope to cross that threshold and feel that I'm not an imposter. Until then, the trying...that's enough.