I used to run.
I had a training schedule and everything. I ran a 10k on a Saturday and hauled my behind out of bed the next morning to run a half marathon (and subsequently could not walk for two days, but that’s another story).
I wasn’t fast, by any stretch of the imagination, but I RAN. And it was glorious.
The wind in my hair, the broken headphones I kept using (even after I got a new pair). The sound of my feet hitting the pavement, the time my shoe fell apart in the middle of a race and I had to super glue it back together. It was so much more than just exercise, it was allowing my soul to run free as well.
I brainstormed when I ran. I prayed. I sorted through to-do lists. I celebrated the end of each run as a triumph (because it totally was).
The first time I started running was not a healthy place. I had just broken up with my first serious boyfriend. I wasn’t eating and I would run my neighborhood until my legs wouldn’t work anymore, and would have to call my roommate to come pick me up. She made me stop because if I wasn’t running, I was sleeping and my health started to really decline.
I didn’t run again for 10 years.
Then, one chilly January day in 2014, I promised a friend of mine that I would run a runDisney race by the end of that year. And I did. And then I ran two more races, then 4 more.
And then I became addicted to running through the Disneyland backlots and the Anaheim streets and character stops (though I never was fast enough to stop at any) and high-fiving everyone that would hold still long enough.
And MEDALS! They gave you shiny medals when you finished! (And one time when I didn’t finish, but we don’t talk about that one.)
It kept me moving for two years, and then I stopped. I just didn’t want to do it anymore, so I didn’t. I stopped working out altogether, actually.
I gained almost 50 pounds. I’m at the heaviest weight I’ve ever been in my life right now, and I’m not horribly happy about it.
I need to move. I need to un-velcro my behind from my couch. I need to bust out of my comfort zone and go.
I am happier when I’m moving, so why would I sit still?
With RunDisney events in Disneyland being canceled through at least 2018, I will have to find some other awesome race to train for, but I’m sure my running friends (who have been waiting very patiently for me to return) will have tons of ideas for me.
For now, I just have to lace up my battered shoes and go.