As with most beginning runners I began because of a need to excercise. The first attempt was an almost disaster, I barely made it around the block. Not being one to give up, I began counting the street lights in our neighborhood and everyday I went a little farther. Before long I was running an hour a day. I have never measured miles, only time.
Over the past twenty eight years, I have run in the intense heat of Texas, the icy winds on the island of Adak in the Bering Sea, and in three Honolulu Marathons in my adopted state of Hawaii. Running has helped my through my breast cancer and my husband's illness. It is a time for not only for me to physically exercise my body but also my mind. When I was in the classroom I planned lessons, reviewed student progress, and thought about other ways to improve my classroom. Now that I'm a coordinator I review my schedule, plan inservicing, and think of ways to help my teachers.
Four thirty is fairly early but it works for me. It's quiet and it's just me, my Mizunos and what's ever on my Nano. It's my time to take care of me and I wouldn't miss it.
Way to go! I'm still looking for the exercise that makes me feel that way. Exercising is, more than anything for me, a mental struggle. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWow. Good for you! I just started running in March and I've JUST recently experienced that pivotal moment where I can say "I love this feeling!". You describe it very well.
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