I Remember What it Was That I Loved About Running

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Only when I started running again did I realize what I was missing during my three-year break.

I didn’t remember at first, though. Those first months of trying to regain what I had lost, of trying to remember what it was I used to love–I made it through those months on discipline alone. Discipline motivated by concerns I’ve never had in the past—high blood pressure, a soft belly, getting out of breath while walking the dog.

I complained to my wife about the pain when I ran. “I can’t remember how long it takes before running quits hurting.” She, the Boston Marathon qualifier, reminded me that it doesn’t. “It hurts. Unless it’s a real injury, you just have to quit whining and run through it.”

So, I did. And then one cold fall day, I snapped out of my day-dream and realized I was almost home from a three-mile run that was easier than a one-mile run a month before.

Though I’m still a long way from the half-marathon racing me of Christmas past, a five or six-mile run is again something I look forward to.

My lower blood pressure and leaner abs are nice rewards but are no longer the top reasons to leave the warm house and face the cold street.

I love the feeling of having done something hard. I chose to get off the soft couch, leave the comfortable home, and spend fifty minutes or so making myself stronger, healthier, and maybe tougher.

Along with that, I love being in competition with myself. Last week my longest run was five miles. This week, just once, let’s go for six. Next week—seven? There is a limit to the miles. It was training for and running a marathon that led to my three-year break to begin with. But I can always find ways to improve. Instead of reaching for another marathon, how about a faster 5K?

Also, it’s time outside. Most of us spend too much time inside, don’t we? I loathe running on a treadmill; I refuse to. Running outside makes me feel like a kid. Windy? Raining? Snowing? It all adds to the feeling of play. Last month I ran in a downpour, and I laughed every time I jumped over water. When I spend time outside running, I adapt better to the weather, and I get to experience the changing seasons on a deeper level. The cold air on my face is invigorating; the sounds and sights of fall are exciting.

Going for a run can also be time alone to think, or to not think and enjoy the quiet. By the way, I hate running with music; for me, it ruins the experience. There’s too much noise in my world for me to intentionally take it with me. Running awakens my senses and makes me more alive to the world; I don’t want to do anything that makes me less aware. I want to hear the dove, or the dry leaves scooting across the path, or the big truck speeding over the hill.

For the more socially inclined, a longer run is a great opportunity to get to know or spend time with people. My kids sometimes ride their bikes along with me, and those times can’t be replaced.

Only a few months in, and I already feel more balanced and grounded. I’m sleeping better. I’m in a better mood. And, despite my fears, my weight lifting isn’t suffering.

Already, I don’t dread the run; I look forward to it. I remember now what it was I used to love. This time, I don’t plan to forget.

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A husband and daddy, striving to love his neighbors and be kind to his pets. I love good food, good beer, and a few good friends. My other interests are hiking, taking walks, lifting weights, reading books by manly authors like Hemingway and Twain, and splitting fire wood with my bare hands.


12 thoughts on “I Remember What it Was That I Loved About Running

  1. The last time I ran, it was after I’d climbed out a window. But don’t let happen to you what happened to my father-in-law. He ran marathons and triathlons up to about age 70. He ended up with bad joints but a very strong heart. He got where he could hardly walk, and was in a lot of pain, but that strong heart of his wouldn’t let him die. The poor bastard lived to be 89.

    Posted by Tippy Gnu | November 28, 2018, 8:07 am
  2. Great to hear! Happy miles to you!

    Posted by pkadams | November 28, 2018, 1:30 pm
  3. Running is something I love and hate at the same time. It’s like you’re suffering, but you also feel great doing it (as you get fitter). In the last couple years i did a 12 km run and a half marathon, the latter was quite brutal though. I haven’t ran much lately but am keen to get back into it again, just not in the hot summer heat.

    Posted by TheCovertAtheist | November 29, 2018, 3:26 pm
  4. Great post. Same goes for me, but hiking on the trail. Yeah, definitely gotta leave the earbuds at home and take in the sounds of nature.

    Posted by Clever Girl | December 13, 2018, 5:03 pm
  5. I love running, happy to hear that you gained something out it

    Posted by Zakes Maaya | December 14, 2018, 1:55 am
  6. I miss running! I injured my knee last year and tried to go back to running before I was completely healed. It’s been tough but I’m committed to waiting until January to start back. Running is as therapeutic as yoga for me. Great job in building your endurance and getting back to your runs. Enjoyed your blog.

    Posted by Snowbird In Training | December 14, 2018, 4:51 pm

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