How I got my groove back February 20, 2008

Ok, well, maybe not my GROOVE exactly but something that I was worried I had lost.   I am a runner.  Most people who know me well, know that running is something that defines me.  I LOVE to run.  Aside from my family, running is the one thing that I can say makes me truly happy almost all of the time.  I slipped into a running funk recently though.  A rut, if you will.  Running funks are the worst.  For the past few weeks, the mere idea of running has made me feel like hurling.  I have had absolutely zero desire to get dressed in all my cold weather gear, lace my shoes up and head out for a nice brisk 5 mile run.  The thing that makes running funks so hard though, is that the mre time you take off, the less enjoyable running is when you do it.  So you do it less.  See the pattern?  Yeah, it just plain stinks.So that’s been the last couple of weeks.  Let me just interject here that I love my running friends.  We all seem to know exactly when one of us needs something.  Tuesday evening, I was feeling particularly funk-ish.  I hadn’t run since last Friday and I really didn’t care if I ever ran again.  Really.  Then an awesome thing happened.  My friend Angela texted me.  Yes, I’m 30 years old and I communicate via text message.  She asked me if I was running in the morning.  I had a choice to make.  I could tell her no, and go on with my funky self, or I could join her.  I texted her back something to the effect of “I wasn’t planning on it, but I guess I could”.  Then I waited.  I was half hoping she’d latch on to the “wasn’t planning on it” part of the message and let me wallow in my funkiness.  No such luck.  I got back a “5:30, my house?” text.  Ok, I was stuck.  I texted her back “ok”.  As much as I HATE getting up at 5 am to run, it is great to get it out of the way and not have to worry about it the rest of the day.   So, Angela and I ran yesterday morning.  Then we ran this morning.  I am feeling so much better already.I think I may be coming out of my funk.  Finally.  Angela, I know I’ve told you this, but thanks for the text.  You knew exactly what I needed.  If you hadn’t asked me to go,  I would still be wallowing and feeling fat and lazy.  I owe you one.