Me and running have a little love affair going on; in my opinion, it’s pretty badass. It not only torches calories and sculpts some glorious glutes, but I get to sweat it out in nature – instead of in a hot, musty room waiting in line for the elliptical machine. I proudly jog my little self around my neighborhood with a cheesy grin plastered to my face. Why? Because somehow, hitting the pavement makes me feel happy, healthy, sexy and strong. Plus, I get a tan while I workout (ya, a sports bra tan, but a tan nonetheless!)
I’ve flirted with things like yoga, kickboxing and had a hate-hate relationship with the treadmill. I even cheated on running for a while with weight lifting, openly touting its benefits (which there are plenty of). While weight lifiting might be a fast track to rock-hard abs, it just wasn’t for me.
So, I’m back to running, because it gives me a slew of benefits that other fitness fronts don’t; a clear head, a sharp focus, and a boosted mood. It takes away my stress and just lets my mind wander in peace. I think, I daydream, I figure stuff out. I literally contemplate – and make – major life decisions while I run. Somehow, exhausting my body brings my mind that much closer to my heart & soul. On my daily jogs, we make great choices together.
I seriously love hitting the pavement because it’s a huge de-stressor. Although I make a conscience effort to maintain a chill mood, I was born a worrier. I freak out when I feel like my well-researched plans don’t apply, things change, or I feel out of control. Instead of wolfing down an entire box of organic oreos or crying on the phone to my mom, you know what I do? I run. And it totally works. To the point that my fiance is practically pushing me out the door when I’m having a rough day.
Even better, running puts me in a happy, bouyant mood that’s practically unsinkable. When i start the day off with a few miles under my belt, I can survive stressful situations, long work days, and typical drama relatively unscathed. And, because I’m proud and inspired by the work I’ve done, I’m bound to make healthier choices all day long. The soreness I feel in my poor legs with every walk down the hall, up the stairs, or squat down to grab something is a reminder to not put my efforts to waste.
Lastly, I love running because I feel like a hardcore badass. It’s kind of immature (and maybe a little cocky) but I dig the feeling of sitting at my desk and knowing I already huffed and puffed my way to a fitter me. I know that running isn’t for everyone; furthermore, no exercise regime is for everyone. But running is what makes me happy & fulfileld on a mental, physical, and spirtiual level. And no matter what your fitness journey may be, that seems to be the experience we’re all looking for.