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.