This morning I set my alarm for 6 a.m. so I could get up and run. I have no races in the near future, nothing planned until the National Half Marathon in Washington, D.C. this coming March. As I sat downstairs, eating a little nibble before I left I was wondering why I was doing this.
It hit me last week, I feel like "me" when I run. I've only been running for 2 years now, but in the past year I ran my first half marathon, the Army 10 miler (which is a really fun experience) and my first full marathon. I experienced an injury in October from the marathon that prevented me from running for about 3 weeks after the marathon. I felt a bit down, but didn't know why. Afterall, I have only been running 2 years, spent far more time not running if you think about it. When I started again it was slow going. And I'm not fast so really, it was super-slow-going. But last week on one of my runs something clicked, and all of my stresses melted away, I got lost in no thoughts at all and I realized that I felt like "me" again.
So this morning when I got up to run, even though I wanted to be warm and cozy in bed with my husband, waiting to hear the pitter patter of small feet down the hall, it was a terrific way to start my day. It was one of those mornings when I really didn't want to run but had a fantastic run afterall. And I realized that my motivation isn't just losing the few pounds I gained from eating whatever I wanted during my marathon training, it is just to feel good both physically AND mentally!