Running Past

Hello, daily dosers! Today I was definitely experiencing some nostalgia. As I ran for the third time this summer, I thought about how I used to do it everyday and how I classified myself as a “runner” just a few months ago. I don’t know if I can say the same for myself anymore.

It’s been hard running. If you’ve ever ran somewhat competitively for a few years and then suddenly stopped, you would understand what I’m going through. It’s hard to run. And it’s always been hard to run to some extent, but now it’s had to even run a mile. A mile. In totality this summer, I have ran four miles, which is really hard to admit considering the fact that summer is almost over. Just a few months ago, running four miles in a single run used to be easy. I used to look forward to that run.

It’s weird how time changes things.

That’s something I’ve been noticing a lot lately.

Quite honestly, it makes me sad. Now, when I’m running, I’m thinking about how my lungs hurt and how my legs feel like a tin can that needs oiled and how my body struggles to keep up with my mind; it makes me wonder why I ever stopped in the first place. Running, I mean. I used to love it at some point, right? Now I’m stuck a few months later ruminating over the fact that I used to love it and wondering why it can’t be the same anymore. Sometimes having your heart in the future and your mind in the past doesn’t always work out so well.