I’ve had a rough month. There’s been a few hurdles thrown at me lately, and I want to share those with you, in keeping with my “this is me” philosophy of transparency and honesty.
If you’ve read this blog over the years, you’ve certainly heard me talk about my love of running. Being a “runner” is a big part of my identity, and it’s something I’ve loved to do since I was a little girl. As a 12-year-old, I used to get up early on Spring mornings and run down to the end of my small-town street and back before anyone else was awake. Other times, I would ride my bike over to the school track and run laps just for the peaceful bliss that I knew it would bring.
I didn’t have the vocabulary for it back then, but I do now:
running helps to keep me feeling like me.
I tend to worry about things, and running helps me to worry less. It helps my mind to stay calm and my energy to stay high. I’m a happy person at my core, but running simply makes me a happier person; a runner’s high is no joke.
And I think this is the reason that February has felt like such a tough one. I had a week of a chest cold that wouldn’t let loose, four epic snow/ice/freezing rain storms that made for very tricky conditions, and a stubborn Achilles injury that just won’t cooperate. My mileage was really low, meaning less fresh air, less group run support, less peace in my brain. Crossfit helps, yoga helps, workouts in my basement help, but for me, there’s just nothing quite like the run.
Bring on Spring. Bring on blue skies and clear roads and sunshine on our faces. Bring on movement and sweat and feel-good hormones. Bring on friendships and smiles and goals to be chased.
We’ve got this. Happy March!