Still Running. . .
To all of you who have asked me, "How's the running going?" First, thank you for asking! I appreciate your interest and the encouragement that you give me. You are often runners yourself, and I am ready to listen and learn. Second, to answer your question. . .
It's going pretty well. That is to say, I haven't stopped. I mean, I STOP sometimes, obviously. I'm not continuously running. That would be crazy, and believe me, this running thing has brought enough crazy into my life as it is.
Crazy thing #1: I'm not skinny yet. I really and truly thought that would happen immediately. Once around the block. Skinny. Done. Um. . . apparently not. I mean I'm RUNNING for it, aren't I? Yes, I am also running for my health and my heart, and my peace of mind (more on that later). But skinny? That would be a great bonus and I'm still waiting.
Crazy thing #2: My husband has decided to run with me.
Crazy thing #3: We are still married. And believe me, I would completely understand if that man decided to KEEP ON RUNNING one night after enduring my verbal abuse. But I swear, it is a phenomenon that I cannot control and was unaware of, having usually exercised alone. I seem to have such an underlying fear (hatred?) of running that all of my negative energy comes pouring out in a horrifying verbal stream. Toward Adam. But he shouldn't take it personally. . . he just happens to be running next to me. And God bless that man. . . he just keeps telling me that I'm doing great. Although last night, through Volume 100 on my iPod speakers (we have added iPods to the run to "make things more pleasant"), I think I heard him say something about "no other man could possibly stay married to her." Surely he must have said that no other man could be lucky
enough. . . ?
Crazy thing #4: I'm getting better and faster.
Crazy thing #5: I still can't admit it to myself.
While this running thing is still very new and a little out of my comfort level, I am still treading along. At a bit of a faster pace and with a little bit of a lighter heart. And as for peace of mind: I have to say, I find it sometimes, like it or not, even when the worst part of me is fighting to come out and spew my inner negative nonsense all over the street, I'm accidentally finding peace and balance from running. And on a nice fall night, with a song blaring in my head (so my mouth stays shut) and my husband by my side, even I can get past the not-so-skinny-yet, and take comfort in the peace, the company, and the simple pleasure of the journey.
Keep running, Christy!! Wow, running as a team. That is love!
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