One thing you should know about me is that I love doing things. And more than doing things, I specifically love doing things with other people.
It’s part of the E in ESFJ for me to love being around people and gain energy from sharing common activities, interests and the like.
So while at first I resisted the idea of running, what with having a bum ankle and all, I was so proud of my friends who did get out there and run. Allison has long been a supporter of the idea that you should work out in whatever way fits you. But she’s also in love with running, and that’s contagious. My cousin Erin is also a big runner, and she has (for a very long time) been trying to get me to run a 5K with her, even though she’s about to run her first marathon in December (go Erin!).
Together, these two convinced me to get out and try running.
Not on purpose, but by being an example. I saw through Facebook, Instagram, E-mail and everyday conversations. They would always talk about how running helped them relax and set their life in order. Oh, and they were getting in wicked awesome shape, which is always a nice side benefit.
So after I finished my boot camp last spring, I finally felt healthy and fit enough to start running. It was a lot easier to motivate myself because I already felt good about my body. I felt like I could conquer the world after boot camp, so why not running too?
Turns out its not as easy as it seems.
I was used to having my trainer (Hi, Meridith!) encouraging me during boot camp workouts, reminding me why I was there, pushing me when she saw I was slacking (#sorrynotsorry).
You don’t have that when you’re out on a run. You just have yourself, your music and the pavement.
It was hard. But after searching for a replacement for the post-boot camp high of sweat, adrenaline and exhaustion, I found it in running.
A lot of people run to keep their life in order. A lot of people run to manage stress. A lot of people run to lose weight.
I run for the feeling I get after a run, or any really good workout. Dripping in sweat, gasping for air, feeling the sun beat down on me as I try to control my heart rate.
I don’t feel tired or worn out. I don’t feel pain or fatigue.
I feel powerful.
It’s in those moments when I know exactly how powerful my body is, and I revel in that feeling. I love the feeling after boot camp when I look around and realize that in one night, I did 80 burpees. The feeling after a run after work when I look at the lake I run around, knowing that I did that.
The ache the next morning is just a reminder of what I accomplished.
Do you run? Why? What gets you out there?
(Side note: I am also motivated by select pictures of the monster I call “Fat!Julia”. I must beat her.)