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Why I’m glad I have an emotional relationship with running

It’s been a while. 6 months actually since I last wrote a blog. A lot has happened in that time, but I suppose a lot also hasn’t happened.

Last time I wrote, it was to discuss what happens when you cancel all your big races. For me, what happened was three distinct things.

The three stages of running mojo

Firstly, relief. It was great not having the pressure to train for something.

Then, I lost all my mojo and even started questioning if maybe running was just a phase I’d out grown.

Then, came what I had hoped to be my comeback to running. I became excited about the thought of running, found new fun routes, starting hitting the trails again and then…got injured.

Standard of course, that when I could run I didn’t fancy it, then when I really wanted to I couldn’t.

Turns out I’ve damaged a nerve in my back and it’s going to be a good couple of months of sensible training before it recovers.

But this isn’t meant to be a “life sucks” blog. Actually, it’s the opposite. So bare with me!

Running lows

Over the last couple of months I’ve had some pretty crappy lows about my running. Thankfully my husband is always on hand to listen, offer great advice and feed me when I’m hangry.

One day, after I’d ranted about my injury for the millionth time, he mentioned that maybe, I have quite an emotional relationship with running.

It stuck with me, and the more I thought about it, the more sense it made.

My go to therapy and celebration

I run when I’m happy, excited, sad, anxious or angry.

The running highs are some of the best I’ve experienced. I’m happy to admit that I’ve felt so happy running through the hills, that I’ve cried.

The running lows can also be as powerful. I’ve cried over shin splints, tortured myself over missing training runs or lost all sense of my identity when injured.

But all these emotions show me something.

I truly care about and love running.

There would be absolutely zero point in investing all my time and energy into something I didn’t feel emotional about.

Get your heart racing

So, what’s the point in this blog? I suppose what I’m saying is, find something that makes you so happy that you cry (happy tears preferably!) Find something that touches your soul so deeply that you can’t imagine your life without it.

Because what is the point in wasting any time or energy in something that doesn’t set your heart racing? (Literally racing at the moment as my fitness levels aren’t what the used to be!)

So for me just now, I’m focusing on a couple of 5ks a week and will slowly build from there as my back heals.

This isn’t the end of me and running. It’s only just the beginning.

Currently: Dreaming about sunny Scottish summer days.

Training today: Trying out a new gym class

Adventure this week: Trying to sell our flat, anyone fancy moving to Auchendinny?

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