I'm the type of person that when I'm stressed, I tend to bottle it up. I sort of surpress it all until I burst. It's not healthy, and draining emotionally, mentally, and physically. But then I found running...
I'm not sure what it is, but running has become that outlet for me. Things just don't bother me the same when I can run it off. I think it's because I get so in to my runs, that nothing else even matters. I try to beat my previous time and distance. I don't really think about much while I run. I lose myself in the music and in the steps.
I haven't been able to run lately. My husband injured himself and timing just hasn't worked out for me to get to the gym and hit the treadmill (not an outside runner yet...). And I can definitely feel it. I feel angry. I feel stressed. Irritated. Not myself. I'm trying to pour my energy into something productive around the house, but it's hard to do that when I just watch it get destroyed by the baby and the dog.
I long for the feel of the treadmill under my feet. For the sweat pouring down the side of my face. For the sore legs.
Every journey has a few setbacks and life isn't always able to be perfectly planned. This is just a bump in my journey, and I know that [hopefully] next week, I'll be able to get back onto that treadmill and let all my worries, cares, and fears fade away. I'll be able to cope with things the right way, and I will be a lot happier.
It's amazing how something I used to hate and loath doing has become the thing I feel like I can't live without. This journey to proper health and fitness is definitely one in which someone is likely to grow and discover things about themsleves they never knew before.
I never knew I loved to run.