"I just wonder what you're running from? And what you're running to?"
That's the question I got this weekend. It surprised me. And, to be honest, it irked me a little, too. I mean, when I was all heavy and depressed, no one asked me what I was hiding from. When I spent my free time watching TV and reading, no one asked me what I was waiting for. And when all I did was follow my husbands around and do the things they liked, no one asked me what I wanted to do.
So my first reaction was to be a little offended, but I'd just read something on facebook about being offended meaning you're taking yourself a little too seriously, so I took a breath, smiled, and said, "I'm running from FAT. And I'm running to have fun."
That's kind of a simplistic explanation, though. Yeah, I like the fact that running has me in better shape, but it really doesn't have anything to do with losing weight...which is a good thing because I haven't lost much!
I'm running from:
- the idea that I'm defined by who my parents, my husband, or my children are, or what my job is
- have fun
- meet goals
- see what I can do
- feel alive
- challenge myself
- carve out a piece of my life that's about me
- face the chance of failure on a regular basis
What about you? What are you running from? Or to?