Ahh...yes. The famous question. Why would you run? Who was chasing you? I will initiate this blog with a brief treatise on why I started running. There are two reasons, really.
1. To be the person I've always wanted to be
2. To be the person I want my son to think I am
The first is grounded in an acute self awareness. I'm a grump. I'm impatient. I'm short tempered. I'm a heady blend of dorky optimist and fearful cynic. This is not who I want to be. I want to be one of those calm, grounded people. The person that doesn't let others get to them, that can have fun in a traffic jam, that doesn't spend more time wondering why "things/people/etc" aren't the "way they should be". Running helps me get to this goal - I'm not always exactly that person, but after a good run I feel like that person. I find a really good run can actually carry me a couple of days. Those who love and know me can tell when I haven't been able to run in awhile. My husband will actually look at me and say "I'll watch Dex, you go for a run". He doesn't have to tell me twice - I'm usually out the door with my shoes on by the end of "I'll watch Dex".
Speaking of the boy...that's the other reason I run. I love the idea of him thinking of mommy as a runner. I CANNOT wait for him to start running with me. He's already ran two races - kids dashes - and loved every minute of it. More than once he's looked up at me and yelled "YAY RUNNING!" Even if it doesn't translate into running, I want Dex to grow up thinking that exercise is just a normal part of a daily/weekly routine. He doesn't have to run...he just has to move.
My love of running goes even deeper, I ruminate on it every time my feet hit the pavement. I'll leave it with that for now and allow the love affair to reveal itself over time.
Keep moving!
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