Running for Life
What a different type of day! I’m sitting at home after a long exhausting day of having a bit too much enjoyment.
As you many know, if you read my earlier posting, I woke up and decided to approach my day a bit differently than I have in the past few weeks. Today I decided I would try to function and live.
I did just that once I chugged down my unsweetened iced coffee. Caffeinated and awake I began to function. For starters I shaved my legs, that is not at all important for telling the story of my day, but it does explain the first picture I posted on Instagram. Some may have wondered why I felt possessed to post a picture of my legs and now they know.
From there I put my Nike+ FuelBand and Nike+ SportsBand on my left wrist, grabbed my iPhone and Nike+ headphones and headed toward Central Park. This was my first run in Central Park since moving to the Upper West Side. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve run in Central Park 100s of times over the past four years, but this is the first time starting on the north end. Prior to moving up here I always started at the Columbus Circle entrance.
Let me tell you, it is a world different starting at the north side of the park. Why? A heck of a lot less tourist. I
know, this city would be nothing if it weren’t for tourist so we really should, as residents, learn to embrace them. With that in mind, sometimes you just want to enjoy a relaxing run through the park where you don’t have to jump all around tons and tons of people.
That is exactly what happened this time. No jumping or dodging of tourist. I hit the trails and headed straight toward the reservoir. I ran at a full clip for four straight miles. The sun was beating down on me draining every ounce of energy I had. I knew very quickly that I had lived up to my mornings commitment to myself. I was functioning. Albeit the sun started to wear me down toward the end. I always approach running as if it is a race to the death. I push myself as fast as I can go for as far as I can go… Something I know people like my mother would suggest I be a little smarter about. I was always told growing up, “you don’t have to be the fastest, you don’t have to run the farthest, you just have to run forward.”
For the first time in at least a month, I felt alive. From there the rest of my day was sunshine. So much so that I decided to pay tribute and honor to this new approach to dealing with this stress, this stress and anxiety that I know won’t be going anywhere anytime soon, and go shopping. I got myself some sassy yellow pants.
They made my day. I feel like they are helping me to take a fresh look at life. I have said for weeks I wanted to change myself. Now I am. I even went out for a drink with a friend. I left the apartment. It’s a step.
I don’t expect anything to be perfect or any of my problems to wash away or be pushed under the rug, but I do expect myself to do more than sit on the couch 24 hours a day 7 days a week (okay, I don’t expect myself to sit on the couch when I am not at work).
Tomorrow is a new day yet again. I will take everyday one day at a time. My problems will still be here but I will work on them everyday. I will learn from them everyday. I will address them everyday. I will apologize for them everyday. I know I am not perfect and never will be, but I can be happy again. It’s funny when I think about it, but I can kind of apply the running mantra spoken about earlier to life, “I don’t have to be the fastest (or the best), I don’t have to go the farthest (I won’t be able to change over night), I just have to move forward.”