To paraphrase a quote from the movie, “Chariots of Fire”, I believe God made me for a reason or a purpose and He also made me love running. When I run, I imagined Him saying “Go on Crestina and don’t think about how slow you are, just run.” I’m not being religious or anything but this is what I feel every time I go for a run. And today was no different and was even made more special. Perhaps to some, running on Christmas morning is an overkill, especially to those who don’t run. But for me, it’s my way of saying thanks and not only because its Christmas. I run because I can. To be able to do so and love it as much , is I think one of the best Christmas present I ever had. And I’m grateful. Sure, like everybody else, I want things too, but then, that’s another story.
Today is my first time to run on Christmas morning. I had the chance so I grabbed it. Fortunately, I had a decent sleep last night, although I tried to stay up late to wait for Santa, but it didn’t happen. And I didn’t binge on food and drinks so I’m good to go the next morning. After two cups of coffee and a gel, I’m off.
I ran on Christmas morning and I liked it!
I decided to do the “loop” because I have plenty of time to stay out longer. And so I did that. Practically, I’m the only person on the road, except for an occasional car or two. At one point, I saw a dog, on the other side of the road, ambled towards me. I slowed down to a walk. There’s usually a person walking the dog and it is rare for one to just wander on the road. In cases like this, I am wary and extra-careful. The dog continued on its way and so I continued on mine. A few times I looked behind me, just to make sure it’s not there.
People who know me would think that I love running so much because I don’t want to get fat or I want to lose weight. I sure do want to lose weight because I know I can run faster when I’m lighter. But if that’s the only reason that I like to run ( I mean, just to lose weight and all. ), I don’t think I’d be running as much as I do now and enjoy it.
I love running for reasons that I can’t articulate enough and that goes beyond the physical aspect of it. And it doesn’t really matter because I don’t need to explain why. I find that running is an antidote for despair, discontent and any other negative feelings. I read a quote somewhere that says there’s nothing that a long run can’t cure ( or something like that ). I’m not saying that I always have to run a certain X miles for a certain length of time on any given day. To me, running just because, is enough. I run for fun and the “high” it gives me. Hence, my dislike of the word “training”. When I have a race or en event coming up, I don’t “train”, I run. Quite a few times, I’ve been told I’m crazy but I’m not sure if they meant it as a compliment. Although I wonder how telling someone they’re crazy can be construed as a compliment, I’m curious.
Anyway, I’m so happy that I get to go for a run on Christmas day. I’m way beyond stoked. My left foot is sore and all. You have no idea how tiring a run can be. But then, I never feel so happy and alive when I’m out there on the road, that a little discomfort fails in comparison to the ”high”, running gives me. Not to mention the wonders it does to my brain.
Running is and will always be awesome, especially the ones you do on Christmas day. I am forever thankful of this gift.
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