Life in the Moore household has been complete chaos for the past 6 weeks. We've had more people going in and out - stopping by whilst on vacation, stopping in to say hello. It's been great - but very distracting...and I have to admit that now that school is back in here, I am looking forward to a little peace and quiet and time to focus on writing.
I have to say that one of the most interesting aspects of having so many people in the house for so long is that many of our friends have had the opportunity (some for the first time) to observe me getting up early in the morning to take my run. Reactions have been mixed.
I classify these reactions into a few categories:
Cheerleading These are folks that say things like "Good for you," and "How far did you go?"
Answer: I let them look at the log on my cool Garmin.
Guilty Party These folks say things like, "I know I should be exercising, but I just don't have the time. I think I would die if I tried running down the block!."
Answer: Yeah, it's always really hard to start running, but you'd be surprised how quickly it gets easy. You just have to start and keep it up on a regular basis and know that its going to get better.
Deal With the Devil This usually comes from former runners turned couch potatoes, "Yeah, I used to run, but I injured my knee and my doctor says that it's not good for me."
Answer: Find yourself a doctor who is also a runner and get her opinion. (HUGE difference).
Ok - I do derive a bit of glee from being able to do something that not everyone can, or is willing, to do. I'm not fast and I don't run severe distances - but if there's one thing I am, it's consistent. (How long would you be running if you stopped every time you sustained an injury?)
So this gets me thinking. What differentiates those of us who keep at it year after year, through all kinds of weather and through all kinds of setbacks? Is running like some kind of an addictive drug that once you're hooked, you can't stop? Is it the fact that regular exercise frees us from constant dieting? Are we merely hopelessly compulsive personalities that have something to prove?
For me I have to say that my morning run is like meeting my best friend fro coffee. It's something I look forward to - a release of a sort. I want to "tell" my run everything that's been going on with me - how I'm feeling and how I intend to address my challenges. I tell my run secrets I never tell anyone else and she always keeps them for me.
Just like my relationships with people, in the back of my mind I always hold this little tiny awareness that I won't ALWAYS be able to do this. That eventually, in old age, I will likely have to say goodbye to my morning run...its like owning a great dog. So it makes me appreciate every moment. I cherish every thought I have while I run, all the things I observe, and the smells I smell long before most of the world is awake.
So what about you? What keeps you running? How do you explain this to non-running friends and family?