I just got done with a glorious 8.19 mile run.
Running makes me happy. I'm not sure why, the endorphins, and the fact that I CAN run maybe?
It's not that while I am running I feel super strong, or think that I look good, or love the scenery.... (my neighborhood is a bit boring, and I always pass the elementary school at recess time and I find myself waiting for some smart Alec kid to yell, "Run fatty!" as I go by).
I really think what I love the most about running.... is that,
I CONTROL HOW FAR, HOW FAST, and HOW LONG I RUN. And.... it's satisfaction in the moment. When I finish, I know I just did something great. I know, I can say, "I just ran 8 miles" and that not many people can say that. It's something I CAN do.
I know I control my weight, losing or gaining, but that takes time, patience, waiting, waiting, and waiting. While a good long 8 mile run? It only took me 1 hour 45 mins and I get the same accomplished feeling as seeing the scale read a loss.
I'm a little addicted to it. The satisfaction it brings me. It makes me feel that, even though the last 3 weeks I have been eating as much as an Elephant, and it's Mom..... I'm not a loser. I can still DO something most people can't. And that, my friends, is a healthy addiction.
I run for personal satisfaction, not to please others. But sometimes I get these thoughts in my head. Like.... I'm sitting in church, behind a fit young guy and I think.... I bet he can't run 13.1 miles. Or 7. Or 8. Or 9. Or 10. Or even 6. And I feel superior to him, even though I would never ask him/her..."Hey buddy! I bet you can't run 13.1 miles! Well I can!". No, I would never. But I know.. and that's all that matters.
Love, The Curvy Housewife