Today

I have not run in over a month.  Do I miss it?  Sort of.  I don’t mind not running either.

I realized it’s nothing to me.

Before, it was an obsession.  An obsession of weight.  An obsession of fitness.  An obsession of… me.  Haha.  It was the one thing that I could control about myself.  Until it sorta flipped and I felt like it controlled me.

I never expected that.  It’s supposed to be healthy.  People envy my love of running.

But it got me.  It got me in a corner calculating mileage and waking up at crazy hours to fit it into my schedule.  I could never run enough.

It’s been a good month.  And I enjoyed it.  I’ve come a longer way than running ever took me.

I’m free.

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