i miss running.
i miss everything about it. from the high to being a sweaty hot mess; from to feeling like you are going to die to finally getting past that point and feeling like you could go on forever.
i never would have thought i would say those three words together. i never thought i would be a runner but after a little over 2 years of consistently running it has become part of who i am.
after being diagnosed with compartment syndrome last summer it set me back, limiting me. however i have not let it stop me. i even at this point miss the tightness after running, the need to stretch my muscle. the feeling of accomplishment.
i lay in my bed in india with the cool evening breeze coming in my window and i close my eyes. thinking it would be a great night for a run. i let myself day dream about running my loop at home, my feet hitting the pavement, my breathing finding its rhythm with the motion of my body as i move along the sidewalks and streets.
running is my time. time to process things. to let out my anger and frustrations. time to release my stress. time to be free. it is my time to pray.
running is what keeps me grounded. it is my alternative to medication, that soothes my soul and lifts my spirit.
i feel like i've lost a piece of me over the last couple weeks. and i think sooner rather than later i may need to attempt to find it.
i miss running.
i miss everything about it. from the high to being a sweaty hot mess; from to feeling like you are going to die to finally getting past that point and feeling like you could go on forever.
i never would have thought i would say those three words together. i never thought i would be a runner but after a little over 2 years of consistently running it has become part of who i am.
after being diagnosed with compartment syndrome last summer it set me back, limiting me. however i have not let it stop me. i even at this point miss the tightness after running, the need to stretch my muscle. the feeling of accomplishment.
i lay in my bed in india with the cool evening breeze coming in my window and i close my eyes. thinking it would be a great night for a run. i let myself day dream about running my loop at home, my feet hitting the pavement, my breathing finding its rhythm with the motion of my body as i move along the sidewalks and streets.
running is my time. time to process things. to let out my anger and frustrations. time to release my stress. time to be free. it is my time to pray.
running is what keeps me grounded. it is my alternative to medication, that soothes my soul and lifts my spirit.
i feel like i've lost a piece of me over the last couple weeks. and i think sooner rather than later i may need to attempt to find it.
i miss running.
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