Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Okay, I finally understand this running thing

I can run a 5K now.

Until this point, I never truly understood why people would WANT to run. Sprinting, I get. You sprint into the house to get out of the rain. You sprint across the parking lot to grab your toddler. You sprint to the bathroom and back so you don't miss too much of the movie.

THAT makes sense. But running? Just running ... do-bee-do-bee-do ... for like a half hour or more? Made. no. sense. to. me.

Until now.

I have been juggling a lot this past week and helping out others more than usual. People I adore are struggling and I have a serious problem right now with having some super amazing people in my life. It's a major issue. I can't not love them and care about them. Geeeeez. They should cut that crap out. Stop all of their amazing-ness so I can stop giving a flying flip.

So, our house is rockin' along as usual, I'm juggling park and homeschool stuff as usual, and then we threw in some emotional support for fantabulous friends. I started to wear down. I was feeling helpless and as though I couldn't do enough. Those who know me best and well kept reminding me to take care of myself. I was doing tiny things, but Sunday morning I woke up and just wanted to scream. SCREAM.

Instead, I ran.

Just ran.

Very Forest Gump like. I started my app to keep track of it, but then tucked it away not to look at it until I had returned home. It had been TEN DAYS since my last work out. I was terrified that I would have to ask a neighbor to drive me home, after collapsing next to their barn. My legs burned with the slightest rise in the road. My lungs occasionally weazed. I have this really embarassing gasp/moan thing I do at least once during a run, but this time it was ... well, let's just say it was more than once!

And oh my sweaty pits, it was so GREAT. I was able to just think. I was able to get out stress and aggression. I was able to cry - hard. I was able to chuckle. I was able to jam to some Janis Joplin.

I felt wiped out ... and a million times better.

I get it now. Fine. You're not all a bunch of sadistic freaks. It's awfully powerful and it's not all about the endorphins post-run, but the physical aspect DURING the run.

I get it.

I crave it.

I love it while hating it.

(photo is me, immediately after completing my very first 5K)


BT said...

Bravo on your running progress, and so cool you've had the breakthrough about why it's so essential to sanity for so many people!

I go in the early early mornings because that's the only time I can get it in. I never feel like getting out of bed, but when I do it is soooo worth it -- the world at that hour, the time to think, the asking of my body to exert itself, and then a bit of time just to myself when I return home. Priceless.

Keep on truckin.

Anonymous said...

I sweat like a dude too. It's really healthy, or so I tell myself. :)

I have a similar relationship to physical exercise. That being said, I am now going to go and work out so that I don't turn into a toxic mama.


Anna said...

That's awsome!! I know what you mean... I can't begin to count how many times I've hopped on my bike and just gone for about 20K when I'm stressed out... Even just a half an hour does way more for your sanity than pretty much anything else you could try!

T & T Livesay said...

Duh. It is about time.

will never ever give it up.

Jenn said...

GOod for you! I started running while my husband was in Iraq, we were living overseas, and I had a newly adopted 1 year old and 5 year old, and a 2 year old bio kid - all deeply grieving. It was the ONLY thing that kept me sane.

I still have to drag myself out the door sometimes, but Sweat Therapy is the best stress reliever I've ever found!

The Southern Housewife said...

This post give me hope. Right now I have a hate-hate relationship with running. I'm still a newbie so I have a long way to go to find the love. Happy another person found it. Are you on DailyMile?

jendoop said...

Oh, you make me miss it. I had a similar epiphany about 6 years ago. Then 2 years ago my knees put up the white flag. Every once in a while I get a good walk or ride, but nothing is like a runner's high. Take care of your joints and stretch.

Workouts are my therapy.

Owlhaven said...

I am newly loving it. And still shocked by the whole thing, since I basically survived 43 years stubbornly hating everything that makes me sweat.


Jenna Gayle said...

Wow! Props to you!! I'd pass out by the barn before 1k was up... if I even made it that far!

Gloriana said...

Just the photo is enough to wash me in a wave of love. Thanks for sharing, Christine.

ali said...

EXACTLY what we've been trying to tell you LOL. its hard to explain huh? GO CHRISTINE! i am so excited fr you! you. me. orlando. well, with 50 other freaking people, but you get the idea! we(all the runers) can run like Forest and the rest can run after us like our groupies!

Suzy said...

Mehh...hmm...yeah...we're a little bit "sadistic freaks" but we're happy sadistic freaks, as long as we get the run in.

(I have no idea how I found your blog. All of a sudden, I got here).

You're hilarious! I read the most recent post about puke phobia, and I totally relate. I had to go to therapy. Dead serious. I'm over it now, but it was a huge struggle! Thanks for sharing.