Eating my words

So just in my last post I said I would quit running after my race..that I had no problems quitting it because its boring to I really don't enjoy it.

Not so true anymore.  Here is what I have learned about myself and running.  When I have to run inside I'm okay but I don't enjoy it the same.  It'll do.  If I can get outside and run I'm in heaven!  I love it.  I love looking at the houses the people the dogs, cats and birds.  I even like those things that scurry in the bush as I run by even if I look back and my heart jumps a bit.

I love the feeling after 3 miles that I accomplished something.  I love looking at my pace and the hills and remembering "oh ya that hill was bi***!  I was running on the balls of my feet and leaning forward...bad form"

I'm very careful.  I've studied running in depth now.  I'm cautious about my strike zone...mid foot for all around impact.  I lift in the back and step low in the front for less impact.  I'm very mindful when I run.  I get in my zone.  In fact I'm so mindful about my body and running I've nearly been run over because I'm not paying attention to that around me but my form.  I'm more cautious about that too now.

Now when I run I nod, wave or say hello to everyone I see.  I wave to cars that stop for me.  I nod to other runners and wave to cyclists...not sure why runners nod and cyclist wave but they do.  I smile at dogs.  I love the connected feeling I get when I run.

I read a quote:  Running is like breathing.  If you stop you will die...figuratively speaking of course.

I have a feeling quitting will be hard!