Dear running, sometimes I really hate your face.
Yes I know you aren't a real person and you don't have a face per say,
but whatever it felt good to say it so suck it.
You and I, running, our relationship has been on the rocks for the past year or so. I fell in lust with you three years ago and it was a magical honeymoon stage that we went through. Those first 9 months, training for my first 5k running 3 times a week barely running 10 miles a week, yea those were the good ol days. We were ridin high, couldnt tell me shit about my relationship with you, I was in la la land.
In September of 2013 I decided to take our relationship to the next level, train for a 10k. For non runners, that is 6.2 miles of pure
torture cardio bliss. This is when the relationship started to crumble my love. Having to meet with you every night in the freezing cold for 30-60 minutes at a time was exhausting, painful and all around ridiculous. We live in CLEVELAND OHIO for christ sake!
But I stuck with it, I ended up cancelling a lot of our "dates" and you punished me with cramps, side stitches and a foot injury for dodging our said "dates". I ran that 10k in December and hit a PR (personal record)! I was ecstatic and all the feels came back for you. Still high off of that 10k I decided you weren't so bad after all, you did relieve my stress and keep me in pretty decent shape so hey eff it lets keep this love story a rollin.
The next week....I signed up for a HALF MARATHON. WHOA, holy commitment right? This is when it all fell apart. I cried more during these training sessions/date nights with you than ever before.
It was gone, the butterflies were gone, the twinkle in my eye had faded. I was exhausted and tired, I needed a break. Welp it really wasnt such a good idea to take this said break in the middle of our newest relationship endeavor, but I did...and I am sorry, I suck.
The half marathon came and went, I hit no PR but I finished. That let me know that you weren't so bad, and that if I just put effort into the "relationship" I would get out of it what I truly wanted: to be happy and healthy and run fast.
I took some weeks off after our half marathon, and am back at training on a 5k plan, back to the basics. Sometimes I really can't stand you, but I know now I have gone about our "relationship" all wrong, I wanted to achieve lofty goals but didn't want to put in the work. I know now after learning the hard way that dreams and goals don't work unless you do. Silly me.
Thanks boo, for sticking by me even when I cursed your name and denounced our relationship. Thanks for not kicking me to the curb when I left you hanging on so many of our "date nights". And thanks for always showing me that if I want to achieve something, I can.
You are my soulmate.