Today I ran. And I just kept running. I had it in my mind that I was going to go for a long run. So I started, had to stop to stretch while I let my stomach pain pass (I will admit I didn't eat the best before my run). Then I had to go to the restroom or I knew I wouldn't enjoy my run or be able to go very long. So I stopped by an MIT building and took a break. I occasionally "stopped" on my run to take pictures, which was really only twice. And I walked another time when I reached a place called the Garden of Peace, which was a memorial to a homicide. I felt it would have been disrespectful to run through that. But I ran today and I ran hard. This is a turning point in my life because I hit the double digits!10 MILES.
This week I have been thinking about being a fighter. I have been having to fight some hard battles and it's not easy. But it's making me really strong. Thoughts of doubt and the such come, but I haven't given in. And today I ran and kept running despite the aching. Actually, the aching make me stronger. I wanted to go further. I wanted to finish what I started. I enjoyed the pain because I knew I was getting closer to something wonderful. And the aching led to conquering 10 miles. So yes, I was happy. I even smiled most of the my run. I couldn't help it. Running makes me happy. My mind clears and it's just me and my run. Most of the reason for stopping was that I worried my body was going to shut down (I can't just jump into running all day, eventually my body would tell me to stop) and I didn't know where else to go. The route in my mind had an end. I was happy, smiling, and felt accomplished. Just what I needed at this time.
I run to be strong, physically and mentally. This week I was running to fight, because that's what I know to work best for me. When I run, I conquer.
Runaway Girl
(Just a few photos toward the end of my run)
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