Life is sprinkled with a lot of negativity, ya know? It’s easy to feel down about things that aren’t right, cuz let’s face it, there are a bunch of things that aren’t right. It always seems like there’s one more major thing needing done or a metaphorical fire that needs put out before the last crisis or bill or injury or damaged relationship or whatever is taken care of.
And I’m not even getting into politics.
But, there are also a lot of good things, sometimes discouraged by the bad, sometimes shamed by ignorance, and sometimes overlooked or seeming insignificant in the moment. But the little good things keep me going. Otherwise, bleh.
And I don’t even have clinical depression.
Go hug someone (with permission).
In less than a week, I will run my first 5k race. Ever. And I choose to do it because of and for the good things. And to counter some of the bad.
I wanted a healthy challenge. Something doable, manageable, good-for-me especially in the long run…haha, and something that would kick off former shaming I’ve heard that nestled for too long between my ears. And the time is now. I’ve been working on it, training in my own manner, and I’m going to do something that I’d never previously thought I’d want to do, and practicing something that I’ve watched be shamed by people I used to admire.
I run now.
In the past when the temperatures rose and strangers slipped into their sturdy athletic shoes to take to the roads and sidewalks, I have seen people get genuinely angry to just watch others run when they happened to pass by. Because they were running in public? Because they chose this for their health? Because it’s an activity that doesn’t require much financial investment to reap huge physical rewards?
Because the angry folk couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?
I dunno. But I do know the anger was one reason, subconsciously perhaps, that I didn’t want to take to my neighborhood streets after a tiring workday or on a quiet weekend, even though I knew it would help me with everything DeTickles, with endurance, with strength, with resilience, with confidence, with everything.
It was a negative that shamed a positive. For no good reason. Maybe a reason, but not a good one.
And now I run.
And I run for me. I’m joining the countless others who have decided to lace up their shoes for their own good. I’ve joined the Type One Run Couch to 5k community, and I intend to continue running after Saturday, as part of the Type One Run community and maybe joining others, maybe even more locally.
Because I know something the angry people don’t.
This is right for me. And I like it.