I love running. I love making time in my day to do something for me. Something that makes me a better person, inside and out. I love the way I feel after a run. I love getting my vitamin D while sweating buckets and getting that runners high. I love seeing my progress on the treadmill day after day, week after week. I love running races and I'm not gonna lie, I love the t-shirts and medals and expos. I love having running buddies, giving running advice, reading, writing, dreaming about running. I love how my tight my calves are and how nice my butt is starting to look. I love that my pants are more loose and I love all the compliments I have been getting on how I look. I truly love being a runner.
I had forgotten why I love running. I ran 3.1 miles yesterday on the treadmill. I beat my 5k PR by a few minutes and was disappointed in myself, because I compared myself to someone else. I know that I am a slow runner and until this past week, I never had a problem with it. My goal for my first half marathon was to finish and I wanted to run all of my second half marathon. I did. Now of course my next goal should be to improve in my time. But I have to remember, I have to beat MY time. Not someone else's time.
Today is Ash Wednesday. I am not religious but I like to use Lent as an exercise in self discipline. When I was a waitress I gave up potatoes for Lent and ended up losing 10 pounds. I couldn't think of what I wanted to give up for lent this year, I'm already eating pretty well, so I decided to give up...FACEBOOK. I usually use Facebook to spread the word of my March of Dimes events, so I'm asking for your help. Will you share my March of Dimes link on your blog, Facebook, or Twitter? www.MarchforBabies.com/amandart
Why do you love running?
Do you compare yourself to other?
Do you give anything up for Lent?