I’m officially back to blogging and living my life the way I want to, without letting other’s negative thoughts ruin my day, and I thought what better way to start off then with a blog about running.
I became interesting in running about 5 years ago. I just finished high school and with it, my competitive swimming career. I had been swimming since I was 5, copying my brothers during their practices and swimming laps up and down the pool, but two shoulder surgeries and a nasty coach experience had really hurt my love for the sport. So I started college and left my speedos and googles behind. And while part of me loved not smelling like chlorine, a huge part of me missed the relief I felt from swimming. There’s nothing as wonderful as the feeling of peacefulness a good workout brings, and I needed a new way to channel my stress into something more productive (plus between eating out and the food in my sorority house, I was definitely getting that freshman 15).
I turned to running. I had read all of those posts about the “runner’s high” and how wonderful it makes you feel and how in shape you get. And let me tell you, part of me HATES running. I don’t get that mystical “runner’s high” and I always feel slightly awkward running. I feel like a fish out of water – literally, I was so much better at swimming. My knees hurt and I have a tendency to get shin splits.
But the more I try to run, the more I’ve realized that while I don’t get the runner’s high, I do enjoy it. I like being able to listen to music and get away from the world for a while. And I really enjoy how I feel afterwards; the act of sweating makes me feel so much healthier and happier. It gives me a chance to get outside and clear my head. Even if I don’t end up running for that long (I like to walk a lot, especially with hills), it makes me feel so much better. I get to watch the world and get away from my own life for a couple of miles. Plus I love the act of doing races and getting medals and shirts.
So, for Thanksgiving, my mom and I did the Turkey Trot in Clearwater. It was super fun and non-stressful, which is how I like my races. Every half mile was a super cute band playing oldies, and it went through a neighborhood, so there was a bunch of people out in lawn chairs watching and cheering us on. Unfortunately for me, I was an idiot and didn’t wash my shirt before hand (ya girl is allergic to laundry detergents) so I broke out in hives all over pretty early in the race. But, I still had a super good time and I would definitely recommend looking into doing a Turkey Trot in your city! Not to mention, it was a great way to preemptively burn off all of those turkey day calories.