At 35, 15 years ago, I decided to try running. Alternating a run then walk from one mailbox to the next was all I could manage, trying to rid my body of residual baby-weight. It took me 2 years before I could comfortably run our neighborhood’s 2 miles full of hills.
Since then I’ve averaged 3-4 miles every other day, Occasionally (very occasionally) 6 or 8 miles. Yet there have been a few long stretches with only weights and aerobics… then out come the shoes and off I go. There’s nothing (to me) like being free and alone, seeking that runner’s high. I can feel when I’ve had enough, or need a bit more. Like a toddler with a nap, I call it “getting my run out.”
I don’t compete with anyone other than myself. I don’t do races (porta-potty phobia) and I could care less about my times. I just love any morning outside under the sky. This is where I talk to God, and wait to hear from Him. Blogs form and many times tears blur my vision. With my red red face, high heart-rate (touch of tachycardia) and weepy eyes… I’m quite the sight!
No complaints of injury thus far, other than an occasional foot strain and a constant “ballet hip” that requires daily stretching. Running has become addicting, comforting, peace-bringing. A real stress reliever in stressful times! Not for everyone I realize, but a blessing of endorphins none the less.
For what it’s worth, maybe you’ll like it too, one mailbox at a time 🙂
“For by You I can run against a troop, and by my God I can leap over a wall.” Psalms 18:29
Commentary: With God’s help we can advance against and defeat ANY opposition!
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