How do I know? I am actually dreading it. I am anxious and nervous and generally hating the idea. The last thing I want to do is go get my running clothes out. I do not want to put them on and lace my shoes. I cannot stand the thought of grabbing my ear buds and walking down to the fitness center feels like taking that last long walk to the electric chair. There is hesitation. I am reluctant to push the start button on the and raise the incline and speed on the treadmill.
Here is the weird thing, after I have walked for about five minutes listening to some rap (I know, I know, but it has a really good beat), I am ready for my first interval. I get a rush from increasing the speed and pumping my arms. I love the feeling of blood rushing through my body. I feel alive. I can feel myself smiling as the sweat starts to run down my face and into my shirt. As my breathing becomes heavier, I visualize myself crossing the finish line of a race. My mind is exceptionally clear and I feel like I can do anything. My joints feel looser, my muscles tighter, getting stronger with every stride. This is what I have been working toward. A few moments of peace while working my body at its maximum.
As I start my cool down walk, I feel a sense of accomplishment. My heart rate starts to slow down and I think about how much I love my runs. As I stretch my muscles I appreciate what they are capable of. I feel like I am on top of the world, nothing is impossible. Everything can be attained. I have no worries left. They have left my body with my breath. My concerns drip away with the sweat. I feel nothing but happy and exhilarated as I take a shower and let my muscles relax in the warmth of the water.
But then I dry off, get dressed and begin to dread my next run.
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