My Silly Running “Ah-ha” Moment
I have to chuckle at myself this week. Sometimes it’s necessary that we take a light-hearted look at ourselves. It’s the moments when we think we are feeling our age (like when I just found out another gem on the Nike+ app), or the moments we realize there is a reason for whatever we are feeling or going through. This morning about 1:30 AM, I had a major “ah-ha” moment.
It’s funny when I think about. Every night (and I do mean every night) this week I’ve been waking up two or three times a night. The first step on floor would evoke pain. I’d limp to the bathroom (TMI) or kitchen, convinced that there was something wrong with me. My muscles ached, every joint felt like it was shifted out of place. “I can’t do this anymore,” I said to myself. “Obviously I can’t run, I’m ill.” I was well on my way to convincing myself that I needed to go see a doctor who would tell me what illness I was suffering from. As I crawled back to bed each night, I was determined that I was going to hang up my new running shoes, give up on my hopes of running a half-marathon.
As I struggled back to bed this morning, I stole a quick glance at my calendar. On each day was a bright colored sticky indicating the days I ran. What I noticed is that I had actually run 4 out of the past 5 days. It wasn’t a fatal disease, claiming my body muscles. It was the drama queen in me over-reacting. I was just sore from all the running! I realized I wasn’t getting old at the speed of light and I certainly wasn’t developing a fatal disease – I was adjusting to being up off the couch more often. Running, you gotta love it!