Running Road

I've been running quite a bit lately preparing for a 5k.  No big deal, but I've been thinking about why I like to run, and how when I was exercising compulsively, I didn't always enjoy running.  I did it because I felt compelled.  Now I can't wait to go run. 

My husband is gone a lot, so it's really hard to find time to run AND someone to watch our baby.  Sometimes I'm discouraged and it seems like getting my baby and me ready is more work than it's worth.

But all I have to think about is my love for running, and I'm motivated.

I love the adrenaline rush, the drive to keep going, the refreshed body, the many paths I take, the chance to clear my mind or fill it full of dreams, my ipod's driving beat that blasts Eminem as loud as I want, the sense of accomplishment, a little less time & a little further distance, the sweat, the reward of cold water at the end, stretching, no baby, no husband, no phone, no pressure except my destination, my body doing it's work, me as bare as can be in public. 

I am free. 

I used to run for mostly one reason while anorexic: weight control. 


Not now. 

I am free.