Crank the music and press on!

When I started running last week I instantly enjoyed it but this last run something within me changed. Suddenly everything came together. In the middle of my run it was as if something magical happened, I had been transformed. My breathing was calm, my pace was steady and my body was limber.

The world was gone, it was just me, my music and the rhythm of my feet...there were no toddler needs, no bills, no worldly worries..just peace.

From that moment on I knew this was for me. I have never been a jock, I never understood the jocks until now. Now I understand their addiction now for better, faster, more. I finally found a sport that suites me. The competition is merely between me and the clock. I decide how hard to push, how far to go, not someone who has taken one look at me and has the wrong impression. There's no team drama, just a million fellow addicts to running and earning the props that go with it. 

When I run my life becomes simple..I crank the music and push on through the sweat and the muscle burn. At the end of my half hour run (per my training program) I'm soaked in sweat and I feel amazing! Even if I didn't make the time or mile marker I hoped for my body is telling me I gave all I had..and that's all that matters. Even in my exhausted state I'm so fired up that I often toss in some push-ups and sit-ups just for the pleasure of knowing I can. Yes, I'm addicted!