I read once that running will make you stronger in more ways
than you think. I didn’t give the statement much thought. I started running to
fulfill something that I had on my life list; to run a 5k. I remember looking
at the schedule and doubting that I would be able to run 30 minutes straight by
the end. I thought I would be the one that the program didn’t work for. I am an
optimist by nature but I could barely run a block when I started.
I plunged in anyway. I followed the schedule. I felt great. I
felt bad. I was happy. I was scared. I was sad. I made friends. I ran a 5k. I
was ecstatic. I became so much stronger in so many ways. Running taught me that with perseverance anything is possible.
Back then I thought I preferred to run indoors. Who wouldn’t
want a controlled temperature while exercising? I would hit the track for my
work out if I could. But as time went on, I opened my eyes to the beauty of
running outside. The sun would fill me with vitamin D and lift me up. The rain would cool me off and the snow would fall gently; making feel like I was in a snow globe. I learned
to dress appropriately. I learned to leave one headphone out so that I could
hear the wonderful sounds. Running
taught me that with a little effort, adaptation and magic happen.
I used to choose my routes carefully; nice and flat. But one
of the places I love to run has a fairly hilly section. In order to get the good,
I had to run through the bad. I even named the worst of the hills, the f-you
hill. My goal was always to make it all
the way up the hill no matter what. Then I could say, f-you and even take a
break if I needed to. But as time went on, I learned to love the hills; even
look forward to them and to run them all without stopping. Without a doubt,
they made me feel like Wonder Woman. Running
the hills taught me that I will become stronger by taking adversity head on.
The women I run with have seen me at my absolute worst. They
know when I have had a bad day at work or at home and they know without a doubt
when I have had a bad day on the asphalt. It’s hard not to form an unbreakable
bond when you share blood, sweat and tears. These are the women that have also seen
me at my best. They know when something great has happened in my life, they
know when I am excited or I have something to celebrate. They are quick to join
me in adventure and play. They are my cheerleaders, my best friends.
These are the women who will come to my rescue no matter
what the problem is or the time of day. They will lift me up. They will run
with me, eat chocolate with me and drink wine with me. I am so grateful for
them. Running has taught me that there
are no friends quite like the ones I run with.
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