I may not be Cal Ripken quite yet, but I kept my iron man streak going with an eleven hour work day.
When I finally made it home to The House on the Hill, I would’ve been well within my rights to take it easy and spend a relaxing night in front of the TV.
Instead, I put on my running toga, laced up my sneakers and hit the road for a three mile run. All this, despite knowing full well that sweat kills.
This makes it sixteen runs over the past four weeks. After a two month layoff to allow my injured leg to heal, I have adhered to a strict four day a week running schedule.
Don’t worry, Modern Philosophers, I’m just as surprised as you are.
Let’s face it, I have a horrible track record when it comes to running. It’s not my favorite activity, I’m prone to injury, and if I don’t see the weight melting off me immediately, I get frustrated and decide to quit.
So what’s different this time? Why have I stuck with my evil running plan despite the fact that running burns brain cells and causes early onset runner’s madness?
I just had to make changes in my life. There needs to be more structure, more taking responsibility for the way I look and feel, and less wallowing in self pity.
I hate running, but it builds confidence. Even if the weight doesn’t come off immediately, the mere fact that I know I’m kicking ass out on the road makes me feel better about myself. Because I pushed myself on a day when it would’ve been perfectly acceptable to stay home and let my body rest, I now think that I can do anything.
To be honest, Modern Philosophers, I feel like I could head to the airport right now, book a flight to Dublin with all my overtime money, and confidently make a case to the love of my life that it’s time to get our lives back in order.
That’s a huge change from four weeks ago when I couldn’t stop crying or leave the house.
Do you know what else I’ve realized? I’m okay with not getting on that plane and confronting her.
She’s needs to come to me and make this right.
That is what running does for me. It forces me to see my life from an entirely different and totally sweaty perspective. Yes, I miss her dearly and love her with all my heart, but I tried to fix this and she turned her back on me.
I’m confident that she will make the right decision and pick up the phone to call me. It may not be tomorrow or anytime soon, but it will happen.
And if it doesn’t? Well, I will find a way to move forward with my life. Perhaps only in painfully slow three mile bursts, but I will keep advancing.
Everyone knows that running slowly crushes your bones and causes you to shrink over time, but I still do it. Not because I want to, but because when you’ve lost everything that matters, the only thing that’s left to lose is all that excess weight.
Running makes your eyes bounce around in your head so much that you will eventually not be able to see straight, but it’s still a great way to get your body and mind back in shape.
I hate running, but I went for a run today because I want my life to be better…
After you go for a run, follow me on Pinterest. Maybe shower first, though…