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…… with running again.
It’s been so long since I’ve gone on a run. It’s been so long since I’ve gone on a run and actually liked it. It’s been even longer since I went on a run and loved it.
I remember how I used to feel while running. I remember the freedom that I felt. The energy that I had. The belief that anything was possible. How thankful that I was for everything in my life.
I remember the runners highs that I used to get. I remember the buzzing feeling that I would get at the starting line of a race. The feeling of accomplishment as I crossed the finish line.
And now I don’t know how to get back there. I feel like I’m lost. And now that I’ve gained so much weight, I feel like I’m going to be starting all over again. And that’s pretty damn depressing.
I think the thing that’s holding me back is the fact that I’m so damn slow. I mean, I was slow back when I was actually IN shape. Now that I roughly resemble a pear with stubby legs I’ll really be embarrassed by my pace.
I’ve always said…. When people ask you what your finish time is, or what your pace is (and they will) …… always lie. It’s been my experience that when you’re slow and you actually tell people what your pace is, they remind you of how lame and mind numbingly slow you are with their responses.
So I guess you could say that it’s the opinions of others that’s holding me back from being a better version of myself. Which is stupid.
How do I get past this? How do I start over? Again? Without being embarrassed? How do I not care what my runner friends think?
I want to find myself again.
