doesn’t she look beautiful!
...uh hello iphone reverse camera mode...
haha no, not that.
she’s still in the works so bare with me while we get everything panned out, and then i’ll give you the deets on the goods.
i had a thought yesterday that i really wanted to share with you
there’s an exit on the parkway i take home to my house that will forever remind me of running
grilled salmon salad & roasted broccoli with trader joe’s indian spiced raita dip
when i went through my running obsession phase about a year ago or so i was crazy about it
i thought about running all the time, associated everything with miles run, and did crazy lunatic things like sign up for a marathon in disney before ever running any sort of a race
kamut puffs, frozen peanut flour candy & cocoa roasted almonds
ultimately god blessed me with a hip injury, forcing me to take a break from running and find other ways to sweat
i honestly thought the world was going to come to a shattering end when i found this out.
NO RUNNING!? what in the world was i going to do. how was i going to exercise, my life would for sure come to a screeching halt and i would disintegrate before everyone’s eyes
boy. was. i. wrong.
at the time, yes being told i couldn’t clock in 10+ miles on the treadmill felt earth shattering
but seriously, it was a blessing in disguise
it was then that i rediscovered a passion for spin, picked up a pair of dumbbells, and found other ways to entertain & challenge myself physically
more important it kind of felt like a relief and a huge weight off my shoulders. becoming obsessed with running wasn’t healthy and i wasn’t happy.
it was all i could think about, all i could talk about, my body hurt, my legs throbbed, i was hungry, then not hungry, i was skinny fat, no muscle tone, often irritated, i felt like running became my job, and everything i associated with running
which brings me back to the parkway sign. every day that i drive pass the parkway sign that says “baldwin ave 1/2 mile” i think about running
because when i was obsessed with running i would time the amount of time it took the car to drive the half a mile to my exit, and then think about how long it would take me to run it. for no good reason, just because i was obsessed.
sick, i know.
the reason i bring this up is because i thought about this during spin this morning.
almond breeze, frozen banana, about time birthday cake protein powder, chilled coffee, spinach, cinnamon, stevia, dry oats, blueberry flaxseed & ice!
i wasn’t in the mood to go, but i was in the mood to get sweaty, i didn’t feel like i ‘had’ to go, i knew i wanted to, it was just the hardest part of any workout which is getting there. and although it was the good kind of leg pain when you turn the resistance knob up and your legs are screaming at you, i was having fun
and fun is the key word here. because being obsessed with running was not fun. but leaving a spin class, drenched in sweat and ready to start the day is fun and that’s the difference between pushing myself and pushing myself.
some obsessions i just don’t think i’ll ever get past..
i have no idea why i felt the need to share that thought, it really has nothing to do with anything other then what i was thinking.
better get back to the office, got LOTS to do today!
love to love you <3
cawfee tawk! have you ever had an obsession with something that you weren’t exactly happy doing, felt like you had to do, and it just over-took your life? what was it? did you move past it?