March was tough. I’m four weeks away from the Mini Marathon at this point and really logging the miles. I ran my farthest distance ever on Sunday, ten miles, taking my March total to 50.9 miles.
OVER 50 MILES in March. Beast.
Some days I love running. Some days I loathe it. But I do it anyway because it’s teaching me discipline and making me mentally stronger. There’s nothing like the battle that goes on in your head when you’re running and you really think you can’t go one step further.
And then you do.
You know what’s more addicting than drugs? Runner’s high. Knowing that you completed something that you’ve never done before. It’s empowering. This running gig has bled into other areas of my life, making me more focused, more confident, just more.
I’m thinking differently, thinking like a runner. I’m more aware of what I eat the day before a long run. I’m constantly drinking water because that one time I didn’t drink enough and I woke up all night with severe leg cramps is burned into my memory forever. I save all my favorite shows for the treadmill if I know I’ll be running inside. Important stuff, people.
This running thing is changing my life. I’m a better mom, a better wife, a better friend, and a better teacher because of it. I have more energy, more patience, and more grace. Because I have a lot of time to think while running and that makes me calmer.
Can I tell you to take up running? Is that allowed? I’d love for you to experience these things too. To feel on top of the world after a great run and then feel your body recover from it so you can do it all over again.
Running’s a bitch. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.