Run for Fun? I too scoff at the thought sometimes, I mean biking is just so much more fun, right? But I always come back to the simple desire to run. Just tie on some shoes and off you go. Simple, meditative, hard. I have run off and on for years and years at times doing an ok amount of miles. But I always over do it and injure myself and give it up. Anything that gets in the way of riding my bike has to get out of the way.
But I keep coming back, the desire is there to make running a part of my life. I really like to run, plain and simple. But I am also the type that when they want something it becomes possessive, overpowering. Instead of easing into things slowly and gradually I get too hungry for it and over do it, thus ending up injured and pissed off. Such has been the relationship between me and running, full on love, complete immersion, then pain, frustration and break up. Tough roller coaster to ride.
Truly I believe that I am getting better and better, smarter, wiser, with more self control. Maybe with these attributes taking over from my more impulsive, excitable side there is still hope for me and running. I dream of running without thought, without pain, just gliding along. I ran the past two days, short, flat easy, felt so good, like meeting up with an old friend you haven’t talked to in a while. Years may have gone by, but you still can talk, laugh and have fun. Have been missing you my friend, hope we can spend some quality time together from now on.