If Running Were a Person…

She’d totally be my BFF.

No joke. Who else puts up with me?! Who else can delve into the most challenging corner of my brain, and shut it up entirely? She puts up with me on my bad days, and more often than not she transforms the rest of the day into an easy going, stress free time.

But sometimes, Running can be kind of a meanie. She’ll make me get out there when I don’t particularly want to be, and sometimes her bright and shiny demeanor is elusive as ever. She can make me feel like I’m going to spew, and days after certain workouts, I can still feel her pain deeply rooted in my muscles.

With that said, Running is the reason I do many things. I can recharge my fuse, thanks to her. I can eat cupcakes, cookies and pasta; and chalk it up to ‘fueling’. In contrast, Running can sometimes land me in an ice bath – let’s face it, it is just evil.

To keep my relationship strong with Running, we get together often; no less than 3 or 4 times a week. We will bond [or not] with Running Stroller in tow. Running Stroller can be hit or miss, but I’ve already covered my feelings towards her in numerous posts. Running keeps me happy, so I must keep her happy. In order to do this, I stretch, and will even do Ab work. I have a love/hate conundrum-of-a-relationship with Abs. She burns me a lot, but that makes me stronger, and again – keeps Running happy.

Running doesn’t care where we go. She’s happy to soak up scenic routes, get muddy on a trail, and while the Treadmill is dreadful, we both suck it up and crank out the mileage. The Treadmill can be mean to both Running and I, often times he’ll turn Running into a cranky bizatch. I coerce her with Speed Work, the promise of an Ice Bath; and we’re usually back on track, unless she decides to throw a tantrum. If that happens, all bets are off, and I’m better off on the bike. That’s ok too, because sometimes, I don’t want to hang out with Running either.

I love Running. She does a lot for me, and I hope that I can continue to hang out with her for as long as I live.

Hopefully, you have a healthy relationship with Running too. Whatever your reason, and whatever Running’s temperament – just remember, like all relationships, it will have its ups and downs. Be patient with Running, don’t be frustrated too long, take things slowly [but challenge yourself], but in the end, Run Happy.

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If Running Were a Person…

Dreams

I’m not talking about the “I’m going to run Boston” or “I want to visit all 7 wonders of the world” or “I just want 15 minutes alone with whomever is ruling Hollywood” kind of dream. I’m talking about the images that pop up in your brain while you’re sleeping. The only dream related research I have done prior to opening my “new post” window, was dream analysis. I’m brand new to this, but what brings me to it, is the fact that I’m tired of dreaming. 9 out of 10 dreams are bad ones, and I literally wake up and cuddle up to my husband, hoping I don’t fall back asleep.

A couple of years ago I had CRAZY dreams. This wasn’t during pregnancy [those were just… weird], and I went so far as to keep a journal. The more I wrote down, the more I would remember at night time, and I guess that would keep triggering more disturbing and off the wall dreams. I stopped writing them down, because they were just that horrendous, and it got to the point where I would will myself to forget the dreams. Not the fuzzy two minutes after waking up, and all of a sudden you forget your dream. Nope, this was a “let’s pretend that never popped into my head” moment. These started very randomly, and stopped just out of nowhere.

Well, I’m dreaming again; some disturbing, but not nearly as badly. I notice that I am only dreaming after being awoken, and since I am a light sleeper, this is bad news for me. If I fall asleep at say, 9 pm [fat chance, but let’s pretend the world stopped for a second], but the kiddo wakes me up at 11, and I fall back asleep at 12. From 12 on, I am dreaming like it is going out of style. From what I recall [or can’t, for that matter], I’m NOT dreaming from 9-11. For all I know, this could be coincidence, and some dream analysis forensic manipulator dude [!? do people do this for a living!?] is giggling at my stupidity. Another possible coincidence – I’m more tired throughout the day, if I had crazy dreams that night. Let’s face it, my sleep habits suck in general. But throw in one dream filled night, then I’m tired the next day – no matter what time I went to bed.

ANYWAY, that was random huh? Why on Earth am I even telling you all this?! You’re going to think I’m weird, if you don’t already think so. Oh well. What if I promise to post a cookie recipe, either later tonight or early tomorrow? ‘Cause I will.

For the record, I’d love to run Boston. But I’ve never had a dream about it.

Here’s some Gary Knight, in case you made it through the entire post. Man, you totally came across the wrong post if you don’t dream, like cookies, or good music. Word of advice – don’t play the lottery tonight…

Dreams