I have become that person that you see running in the middle of the day when it’s 90 degrees. You know, that person you see and think to yourself “What is wrong with them? Why can’t they run in the morning like normal people? What are they thinking? That is just so stupid…”
I discovered today what is going through the mind of the person who can’t wait until the morning when it will be cool again to run. It turns out that their “want” to run has become a “need.”
I woke up irritated and cranky, my husband was bugging me, my kids were driving me crazy and being high maintenance. And all I could think was “if I could just go running right now, everything would be okay.” So at 11:30 in the morning with a bjillion percent humidity and at 90 degrees, I put on my running shoes, gave my husband a kiss, and literally sprinted out the door. The first 25 minutes were miserable and I was tempted to turn around; but then the sweat started pouring down my face- I tasted the salt and suddenly nothing else mattered. Not the three poopy diapers I had already changed, or the laundry that needed to be put away, or even that Casanova had been kicked off of Project Runway this week. (I actually cried, but I think that was just PMS.)
Eight miles later when I walked back through my front door into my messy house and crazy life, the Wicked Witch of the East had literally melted away. She had poured through my pores, onto the pavement below and I was not back to myself necessarily but had become someone else- the person you see at noon running in thousand degree weather. And there is no turning back. Ke$ha of all people said it best: “I don’t care what people say, the rush is worth the price I pay…” Amen, sista.