do. I hate the shortness of breath, the
ache in my legs, and the sweat. Oh, I
especially hate the sweat.
I hate the way it drips down my forehead, threatening to get into my eyes. The way it pools behind my ears and along my
hairline. It’s sticky and gross.
- Because I need to be healthier.
- Because I need to push myself.
- Because it’s the one way I’ve found that I
can conquer the voices that live in my head.
say you aren’t:
my head that tell me that I am too fat to run.
That I’m not a runner. That I
will never make it. They tell me to stop
running and start walking. After all,
I’m not a runner. They whisper, “Walk
for just a little bit. Just a little.
You don’t need to run.” They know if they can seduce me to start walking that I’ll have a harder time starting to run again. The next run interval will get shorter and shorter until I believe that I can’t run.
I know I am enough.
(Well, I could clean more, but I really don’t want to.)
I must have been completely crazy when I decided to sign up for it. It was a lottery and I kept thinking, “If I
get in the lottery, it’s meant to be that I run.” I was both terrified and
thrilled when I found out I got in.
miles. 10 miles! Who the heck am I?
am a runner.
don’t run for long but I run. I run
despite the voices that live in my head.
And at the end of every run, I feel great! Not just because I’ve exercised and have
endorphins running through my body. But
I feel great because I’ve ignored those voices that tell me that I can’t. Because I did.