Running Is NOT My Hobby
I am the queen of hobbies. I have always been great at having fabulous ideas of grandeur and it started at a young age. As a kid I played a different sport every year, I did dance, I tried cross-stitching and knitting. There was even a brief stint of doing calligraphy. When I was in middle school I played lacrosse for a couple years and high school was followed by twirling flags and another shot at knitting and learning to play the violin. I would join clubs and last only a year, sometimes only a semester. I was the queen of joining and quitting. Heck, in college I had 4 different majors before being forced to settle on one so I could graduate. My last year I even forgot that I was enrolled in the college choir (which I had done every semester I was there.)
In my adult life I have thrown myself into jewelry- making and crocheting, learning to play the electric bass, the acoustic guitar and attempting to play piano... again. I still crochet... sometimes..., but everything else is stuffed in a box or corner collecting dust. I am sure when I decided to start running that the thought crossed through more than a few minds that it was going to be a passing phase and that like everything else, I would grow tired of it in a few short months. That was almost 2 years ago and here I am still lacing up my running shoes.
What is the difference this time around? I think this time it is because instead of it being a hobby to keep me busy, it is something more. It was a life changing event. It is something that defines me and gives me a better quality of life.
This morning I was at the track with my running bestie and we were getting in our long run for the week. Noelle was kicking ass and I was slogging along hoping for my calves to finally let go. We had been there about an hour when 4 more people joined us on the track, a couple, an older guy (mid 70s) and another girl about our age. By the time I had been lapped by Noelle (again) and the couple had passed me, and the old man had shuffled by, I caught up to the girl about our age. I said hello and asked her if she was training for anything and her answer resonated through me, it was simply stated "my life." We got to talking a bit, I told her about our running team, about how to find the RunJunkEes on Facebook and unbeknownst to her, she reminded me of why I started this insane journey.
Becoming a runner isn't just a hobby or a passing fad. It has become so much more to me. It afforded me the ability to run around and play with my nieces and nephew. It allowed me to have the confidence to wear a swimsuit in public and not care what people thought. It gave me an outlet to spend time with my friends. It gave me energy to go out and do things with my husband. It opened my eyes to a whole new world out there with endless possibilities. It gave me a family of strangers who have become close friends. Most importantly, it gave me My Life.
Crawl, Walk, Run just keep moving forward,
8/26/2014 02:18:08 am
This so sounds like something I would have written, thanks for sharing : )
8/27/2014 04:17:31 am
Beautiful! I couldn't agree more!
8/27/2014 10:16:23 am
When I read this, I thought of myself and my newly found love of running during my weight loss journey. You have given me more inspiration to continue my journey and never give up! Thanks for sharing!
8/29/2014 10:34:40 am
I love this! And I love the idea of simply "training for my life". Thank you for sharing this. I am a lot like you in that I pick up hobbies and very quickly put them down. I've been pondering and dreaming and procrastinated due to perfectionism the idea of running for a few years now. I am going to do this, and not as a hobby. I am going to do this for my life! Thank you again.
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