IN IT FOR THE LONG RUN
I fell in love with running after a break up. Instead of shaving my head Britney style or dying my (not yet purple) hair, running 26.2 was my drastic, stereotypical post-breakup steez.
Running was my therapy. I let it in. I let the run knock down the walls I built up to protect myself and find a new kind of strength. The more I fell in love with running, the more I learned to trust my instincts and let go of things that didn’t matter.
The authentic conversations you have with the run pervade your deepest secrets and most stubborn thoughts. The more I learned about endurance racing, the more my inner dialogue became my guide. The road teases you and challenges you to do more, do better, dream bigger. At least that’s what it did for me.
Running crept in and slowly took up residency in my life. It became less about what was and more about everything that is-limitless possibilities. When 3 mile runs turned into 3-hour runs, I realized that running is a lifestyle. I was about that life.
When it came to dating, I didn’t want to sacrifice the run or the time I spent talking about running, which is a shit ton. I wanted someone to understand what it feels like to spend hundreds of hours training for one single race. Someone who understands, even though I think I am a superwoman, sometimes I really do pass out at 9PM like an Energizer bunny that lost its charge. Someone who knows what GU is and knows when I say “PR” I probably don’t mean the island.
I found him. He’s a babe. And he’s fast. And he’s the kindest person I know. And he understands that I’m not just a runner and sometimes I drink too much and stay out too late. I’ve got a boy who motivates me to run faster, understands commitment to a finish line, and takes shots of tequila even though he prefers Jameson. Running will always be MY journey, but I found someone who understands what came before him … the RUN.
What’s the moral of this story? Love, like running, teaches you about yourself (if you let it). Running is a personal journey whether your boo runs or not. But, if you’re like me and spent a lot of time running and a lot of time dating, it’s totally worth the scavenger hunt to be able to combine the two. He was worth the wait.
Romance or not, running creates bonds, families, love. Get out there. Join a running crew. Join a Ragnar team. Create a Meet Up group.
Or join an online dating site like How About We that has pages dedicated to runners. The whole thing is actually based on finding someone who shares your interests. Registration is free.
Find someone who is about that life. It’s worth it.
Photo by Erin Douglas