This weekend started out right.
Friday at 5 pm I had a date with my running shoes. It was
very romantic. We got to see this sunset together :)
It was a chilly 5 miles and not very fast but worth it.
Shortly after, my husband got home and took me out (we
rarely get a date night on a Friday). First stop was buying him new running
shoes! I didn’t take a picture but I should have. Then we tried a new
restaurant. I love that lettuce wraps are everywhere now. We have a really hard
time passing them up. I love trying all the different variations. Maybe one day I will make them but my mom told me never to lie so let's be honest, probably not.
Then we ended the night getting in the Halloween spirit with
one of our favorite shows.
I hated last season but cannot get enough of this season!!! Don’t
mind the guy in the picture drinking out of a wine bottle. He is a beer snob
and just starting to enjoy an occasional glass of wine. However he likes to
blend the two once in a while (i.e. drink wine from the bottle). He says it makes
him look manly. Either that or he is taking the whole she-drives-me-to-drink
thing to a new level.
I think he looks ridiculous but I got to pick the show, take
a picture and burnt our pumpkin seeds so I was picking my battles that night.
Saturday morning I
killed 11.0 miles…best part? 1.5 of those miles were with my daddy-o.
The below picture makes me wayyy too happy.
I reflected on a lot during my run but something my mind
kept wandering back to was how converting people to running really is the best
thing and how it always makes for an interesting story. I haven’t actually
asked this question yet but I wonder what it was exactly that clicked with my
dad and why he suddenly decided buying expensive running gear & going out
every morning in the cold to run was what he wanted. Stay tuned because I will
get him to answer that…
But the point I wanted to get to in this post was this…When
I ran with my dad I was filled with this crazy pride hearing him struggle through his last
half mile. Right now I know he can’t even imagine running 3 miles but I know he
will & can... JUST like I know anyone else can and will if they make the commitment. There are walls and you have to
break ‘em.
The first two miles suck for EVERYONE. No one enjoys the beginning of any run but the most amazing part of converting someone is knowing the gift they are
about to receive if they stick it out. You can’t even imagine what you will uncover
if you just believe in yourself.
For a runner, being a part of helping someone else uncover the gifts of running is simply the B.E.S.T.
I know it sounds LOONEY but it is indescribable.
For non-runners, I guess you could say the gift is pride but really it is SO much
more. No one can give this gift to my dad, I can’t, my mom can’t- he has to
give it to himself.
Running starts for many people I think as a means to lose
weight or to look like another runner they know. A real runner is someone who has
lost sight of all that.
A real runner may look at the number on the scale but see it
as just a bonus. Running is a metaphor for a real runner’s life. It’s a way for
them to prove themselves to them self every day. It’s a way to shake off and navigate
all the little things that clutter our thoughts- to get rid of barriers & hurdles. It’s a way to break walls not create them. It’s a way to be reflective
& incredibly grateful for all the organs and limb that God gave us-they all
play a part. It is a way to praise and appreciate the wonder that is our bodies and find peace
within ourselves.
SO in short, I just love sharing this great thing that is
running with people. It is so rewarding. I honestly believe running makes everyone a better person. It can't help but make you more in tune with who you are and how far you are willing to push yourself. There is nothing else
like it. At least not for me.
Did someone inspire you to start running??? What are your
running goals? Why do you run?