It occurred to me that this little blog has definitely detailed the “Paleo” nature of my life. It has also told you quite a bit about the “Girl.” The one vital part of my life, and the blog’s name, that has escaped attention is the “Runner.”
It dawned on me that I rarely ever mention any details regarding my running. The reason for this being that my morning run’s have become as second-nature to me as brushing my teeth. Lately my runs have consisted of about 7 miles. I typically run 6-7 times a week. This is actually a significant decrease in mileage. Last year at this time I was running around 60-70 miles/week. I was a machine. I was flirting with the idea of doing another marathon and feeling incredibly passionate about my daily runs. However, I was also desperately miserable in a PhD program and I think I turned to running to quite literally run away from my life.
This year, with a slight alteration in my “life plan,” I have gained some much needed peace and contentment. However, I am not quite sure what has happened in my relationship to running. My attitude towards it has altered so gradually that I did not even register the change until last week. With great sadness, I realized that I have become distanced from this close friend and I desperately want to re-kindle the flame.
For twelve years I have been able to find myself in running. It has been a sacred time for me. Running has been the constant in the past decade of monumental alterations: It helped me find my place in high school on the Cross Country team. It served as a crucial point of commonality between my freshman roommate and me. It acted as an important time of self-reflection as I transitioned from independent college student to a newly-married Master’s student. Most importantly, it kept me sane during my first year as a doctoral student. As overly-dramatic as it sounds, running was my reason to get up in the morning for an entire year. I do not know what I would have done without it.
So it is time to renew my passion. I have registered for a 10K next weekend, which I hope will be a thrilling re-entrance into passionate running. With the early whisperings of autumn in the air, I think now is a perfect time to fall back in love with running.
Is there a hobby or an activity that you wish to renew? Do you have any tips on how to re-discover a past love?