I haven’t posted in a while, but don’t worry, I have been running. I went home for two weeks and ran almost every day. My sister is getting in shape for soccer pre-season, something that I have done for the past five years of my life. I’ve never had a summer where I haven’t been playing or running to stay in shape. I don’t have to run anymore, but I do. It’s not because I still think that pre-season is going to come around in the beginning of August, it’s because I love it. I love running intervals, timing myself, and seeing improvement. It’s how I was wired and I’m sure ten years of competitive soccer helps. I got back to Athens two days ago, and I took two days off before I ran this morning. I needed the first day off because I had been running hard with Anna just about every day. Then Saturday rolled around and I couldn’t motivate myself to run, so I didn’t. I began to think that maybe I had lost the passion. Could I loose my desire to run, just like that? I began to think about not having the pressure to run anymore and thought that maybe it had finally sunk in. I no longer have to exercise to stay in shape for a sport. Weird. Yesterday was a good day. I relaxed and worked 9 hours at Chick-fil-a. I went to bed exhausted and woke up at 8 am this morning. I’m currently house sitting so I went downstairs, took care of the pets, watered the plants, ate, and put on my running shoes. I jogged at a comfortable pace through the neighborhood, and it wasn’t because I had to. I just wanted to.
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