Anyone who was watching me run today at the gym most likely thought I was crazy. Running on the treadmill is not my favorite place to rack up the miles, but today I smiled the entire 4.5 miles. Hills, sprints and all. So for those who didn't think I was already in my own music engulfed world while spending my afternoon at my home-away-from home, today I cemented this point in stone. I go to the gym to workout. Meredith Brooks' "Bitch" comes to mind.....hey what do you want from me while I'm dripping sweat, pushing myself to the limits.
For those who know me, they know I like to run. Well, ok, I'm obsessed with running. I run for me. I train to go faster, longer and keep from injury. I will run when I'm 90. I run because I can. I run because it's the only time it's just me in my head. No one else is there telling who to be, what to say, where to go, weighing me down. When I'm done, I'm more me than when I began.
If only life were one long run. Maybe I'd be able to say the things I really want to say, do the things I really want to do and never contemplate how my actions will be portrayed. At the end of the day, the only person I have to sleep with is me. I may not be alone in bed, but my mind keeps me awake.
