In The Zone….

15 09 2009

I started running about 2 years ago. I dabbled in it, not really knowing how to push myself. Then I signed up for a 10 week running clinic, and finished off the training with a 10 k run, which I completed in just over an hour. (Slow, I know, but hey, considering I’m in my *cough* late 30’s and just started this whole running bizness, I think it’s pretty freakin’ awesome….)

I love it.

I also hate it.

I hate it when it’s cold and rainy outside and I know for a fact my nose will be running (tee-hee) just as fast as I am….

I hate it when I have a bad case of the PMS-itis, and I know damn well I’d feel way better if I got my ass out that door and ran a few kms.

I hate it the most when it’s cold and rainy AND I have the PMS on top of it….

But, see, the weird thing is, I only hate it until I’m actually doing it. Then, somehow, I begin to love it….

This is what I love: The even beat of my steps, the fresh air, the view of my beloved Kootenay Lake along the road, my breath, my muscles working,  an odd mixture of tunes on my iPod in my ears, the exhilaration of pushing myself a little harder, or the delight of taking it easy.

When I run, I lose my worries of the day, I become oblivious to everything but the here and now. I think it’s a form of meditation for me.

Plus, weird and randomly awesome things happen when I run. The best, by far, is when a moose ran right out in front of me. She didn’t notice me and I didn’t notice her until we were about 30 feet from each other. She jumped, I jumped, she ran up the hill, I stopped dead in my tracks and marveled at the coolness of what just happened.

I know!!! A moose!!!!!! How Canadian is that????

Anyway, I’ve never felt better about my own body, I feel so good in my own skin, and I owe it to my running and my yoga practice.

I’ll leave you with a very cool quote. One of my trainers in the clinic was in the marathon part of a triathlon once, and he was having a rough time and started to walk… When a friend of his, a very competitive athlete, and also Quebecois, ran by him and yelled:

“Eet’s a fuckin’ RACE… RUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!”

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