Getting back into shape sucks. Running has always come easy, until it no longer did. I suppose that’s just how life works. But I’ve been hanging my head low, literally and figuratively, as I trudge through the process of trying to become a runner again.
Saturday was no different. I fought off legs that moved like cinderblocks, lungs that were reminded of how shitty asthma can be, and a morale more broken than the pavement I pounded away on. My head hung low, I didn’t even try and enjoy my run but rather thought in simple terms of “enduring the time remaining” to reach what felt like an elusive goal. And so my view, and my mentality, was anything but inspiring.
And then about a mile and a half in to the run, I picked my head up. Instantly, the perspective changed.
In my quest to “endure” the pain I failed to even keep my eye on what had motivated me to get out that morning to begin with: The beautiful ocean views we’re afforded by living in Southern California. Out of nowhere, the legs felt a little more loose, the oxygen filled my lungs a bit easier, and excitement for running like I haven’t felt in years pounded in my heart. I started “enjoying” the run. The end short-term goal is a 10k, but I must remember that running, like travel, is actually more about the process than it is the final destination.
Keep your head up when running, the view of the world and the way it reflects back on you is much, much better than when we hang our heads low.