Why I'm breaking up with the stop watch

So I've always wanted to be a runner. I want to fall in love with running. I want to be that girl that has a bad day or is stressed out and instead of stuffing her face with oreos she goes for a 5 mile run. Yea…… still not that girl. First problem is my lungs suck, between childhood asthma and being overweight for so long they just don't like it. I can take a zumba class, a spin class, and go to body pump back to back and be fine, but ask me to run 3 miles and I want to die. It is ironic because my husband can run 3 miles in his sleep, but thinks a Spin class is torture and the worst thing on the planet. Second problem as I mentioned in a previous post I have some severe issues with my hips. I have had hip dysplasia since I was a baby, but since it didn't interfere with my walking nothing was done. It still doesn't interfere with my walking but boy does it with my running. So today as I was cursing my time. I broke up with the clock and thought to heck with this. I do like running. I love it for the calorie burn. I love it because it shows me that I still have more work to do in being "fit". Will, I ever run a marathon... probably never, the idea of that just seems mind boggling, but big props to the people who do, that is truly amazing. I broke up with the scale a long time ago because that was a mentally abusive relationship from the beginning full of false hope and lies. So this relationship with the stop watch didn't work out either. So…….

Dear Stop Watch,
I refuse to feel validated on if I am good runner or not based on what your annoying beeping tells me. Instead I have found a new friend and partner the distance counter. It tells me I got up and moved today. It tells me that I pushed myself farther than I did yesterday or that I at least got up off the couch and moved at all. It lets me listen to my body on what pace to set and to go with what feels right and doesn't force me to risk injury based on beating 5 seconds off my time yesterday. I'm sure there will be days where I come back to you just to see how you are… but for now I need a break.

Brandy