Monday, February 24, 2014

Running Away the Midwinter Funk

My running partner never gets tired. Ever.
Things have been pretty boring around here lately, and even the nice SC weather hasn't been very friendly. And by lately, I'm really referring to anything post-Thanksgiving. We've had no visitors, no vacations, and not much to do here for the past three months. It's mind-numbing. 

It was a couple days after Thanksgiving that I realized I really needed to start working out again or I'd have to switch back to my fat jeans. So I very grudgingly put in that first Jillian Michaels DVD when Elizabeth was taking her nap. And almost cried the next morning when I tried getting out of bed. 

Then I thought I'd try taking up running again. I've never been much of a runner. In middle school and high school I discovered that I was abysmally, embarrassingly, getting-lapped-multiple-times-during-our-mandatory-mile-runs slow, and that generally turned me off to the sport. 

Used to try and wear the border collie out on
the treadmill. Didn't work.
In college I realized that when running, breathing generally helps, and that running really wasn't all that bad when you weren't being timed, or lapped by the cross-country kids. So I ran a couple times a week, never more than a few miles at a time, until I got pregnant.

So when I picked it up at the start of December, I didn't really expect much. I hoped it would give me just enough sense of accomplishment that would keep me from sinking into a pit of winter despair. So I was pleasantly surprised at just how much enjoyment I found from my runs.

After the first week of getting back into the swing of it, I actually began looking forward to my runs. In addition to the physical my-jeans-fit-better-all-ready benefits, running gives me a chance to recharge my batteries. It gives me a much needed mommy-break, and helps me maintain my patience with both Lizzie and Andrew. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm still slower than a herd of turtles, but I'm discovering that I can go longer distances at my slower pace without getting tired. I'm not competing with anyone except myself, so there's no pressure to beat the cross-country kids. And it feels good. 

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