4.5 miles on the treadmill this morning and I’ve got my day completely planned, a grocery list for this weekend’s BBQ, and all the world’s problems solved by 7am. You’re welcome!
Yesterday I was in a funky funk. I missed my boot camp class due to a faulty alarm, went out for a run and it started raining, so I came home, dejected, and was depressed for the rest of the day. (Yes, missing a planned work out will do that to me.) With a great run today, everything is right back in perspective!
Usually, when I get on the treadmill (aka dreadmill) for a run, my thought process goes a little something like this: “Geesh, here we go again, I sure hate the treadmill… okay, not so bad, I can handle this… don’t look at the clock, don’t look at the clock, don’t look at the clock… what? only .75 so far? aw, frick, why did you look at the clock???… ow, blister on my foot, ow, ow, ow… 1.25 ONLY? are you kidding? damn that clock… the faster you run, the sooner this will be done…!” But today was different. I got on the treadmill, fell into a groove, and lost myself in the run. That’s rare for me as I am usually obsessing over my form, breathing, and foot fall, so to actually lose myself in my own thoughts was not only blissful but oh so productive! My thoughts drowned out Britney’s Big Fat Bass, so I happily picked up the pace, and could feel my spirit getting stronger the more I persevered. I am always amazed at how a good run clears my mind and allows me to focus on letting my emotions go with each stride. It’s a wonderful feeling to get lost in your pace with the the only thing keeping you company is the steady sound of your foot-fall and your own breath. Today, I had a lot of things that I just needed to “run off” and so I did… ahhhhh, much better!
Running itself is still hard, but my life is certainly easier because of it!
I’ll handle world peace & the economy on the next run, promise.