I made the mistake of stepping on a scale today. I suppose stepping on a scale should not be an issue, but to me somehow it is never that simple.
It wasn’t because I have gained 25 lbs, it’s just a measly 4-5 pounds more than I am usually comfortable with, but it might as well have been 25 pounds considering how I felt. I am not one who obsesses over my weight, ok maybe that is not true. But I have a comfort zone and if I find myself over that, I like to reel myself in. I feel if I don’t draw the line somewhere, considering how much I love food, there will be no stopping me.
When I stepped off the scale, I knew what I had to do, ankle injury or not, I needed a run. The run might not do anything for me at this moment, there is not going to be any instant gratification, but it would make me feel better.
I knew my ankle would be aggravated with the running, but that was not going to hinder me now. There was no stopping me. I step outside my door, breathe in the spring air and start to sprint in the usual direction.
A friend asked me recently if I could run without music and I realized that it is not something that I have tried. I am unsure if I could even do that. I worry that no music will probably get my mind spiraling down a rabbit hole and that most often is never a good thing. People close to me accuse me of being an over thinker and that my brain never shuts down, that is debatable depending on who you ask, but personally, I am gonna plead the 5th on that at this moment.
Running and music somehow go hand in and hand in my world. I like listening to all the new artists that I find out about. Music distracts me and makes me forget the miles I want to run, it gives me something to focus on while pounding that sidewalk.
So I continue running, thinking of my ambitious plans of attempting to run one or maybe 2 half marathons a month and lets not forget that full marathon I am doing this year. Even my friends who live out-of-town, entice me to visit them with sending me lists of half marathons in their area.
I continue running till I feel a twinge of pain and I decide its time to stop for a few, during which time I see this red sailboat drifting away. All I could think of was ‘Red sails in the sunset, way out in the sea, oh carry my loved one, home safely to me…..’ !
I head back home, 5.4 miles later, it is safe to say I have not lost weight, but at least it makes me feel better. Running has that effect on me. Who knows how long this love affair with running will continue, but I want to enjoy it while I can. Maybe something will take over my love for running, it might be an injury, but for now, I just want to enjoy the fact that I can combine the things I enjoy (music and running) to me that is the perfect blend of the two worlds.