My Relationship With Running
Gravity has always been a fickle beast.
At my heaviest
I weighed around 350lbs. It was seemingly yesterday that my football coach told me to try not to start a fire between my legs during conditioning drills.
Now, on the bright side, losing 150lbs dramatically helped my ability to run. So much so, that during a certification I attended I was told my running form was particularly good. This felt like a win, and then the instructor said something along the lines of “Your body forced you to run correctly because of how heavy you once were.” Thanks…? I Guess?
I don’t have fond memories of pounding pavement
That doesn’t means i’m bound to the same experience for eternity.
As I mature in my lifestyle I recognize the importance of recovery. A rested body is more capable of accomplishing goals.
I recognize the benefits of being in shape. The faster your body can recover from stress (i.e. working out) the more you’re able to do in a given time (i.e. 20min). Time and tide wait for no man, and most aspects of fitness are simply time multiplied by consistency.
I recognize the importance of being uncomfortable. I almost wrote “I recognize the importance of doing something you truly loathe” but that’s all it really is, is being uncomfortable. This world doesn’t owe you anything, and the more you fight that the more disappointed you will be. So often we want to press the easy button and sometimes we have to do hard things. In a perfect world, I do hard shit regularly. I earn the right to describe them as easy based on the work I put in.
Lastly, I recognize the impact an unhealthy lifestyle has on running. When I binge I feel heavy. My belly jiggles and my feet barely come off the ground. I can bench 315lbs and the next day barely perform more than 2 sets of 15 pushups. “I am heavy” is not the self-talk I’m looking for and I’m the only one in control of changing that.
So i’m going to wrap this up and go on a run. It’s 25 degrees here in Texas and I’m about 30 minutes past when I planned on heading out, but i’m going to get it done.
Discipline Equals Freedom
Do Hard Shit
Earn Your Easy Days