I’ve been running for more than 20 years. It’s sort of a tricky thing. My mother was a professional athlete who exercised a lot during my childhood so her sense of discipline was ingrained in me. I started running in races during Field Days at school and routinely beat the boys, sparking a lifelong girls-can-do-anything attitude. When I reached high school I ran seven days a week and became one of those neurotic runners who panicked every time I had to miss a day. I loved running but felt like a prisoner to it. I had to stop so I could reclaim the best parts of it without becoming totally obsessed. I hung up my shoes for a while and came back when I knew I’d enjoy it and not overdo it.
These days I’m more of a jogger. I do my best thinking and daydreaming when I lace up and plod along. I listen to classic rock, feel the fresh air hit my face, and ponder work and love and life. Nothing compares to my outdoor therapist.
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