I said in a previous post that I didn’t want running to fall through the cracks when my days got crowded, but the past few days have made me realize how much I need to run.
This week was recruitment week for both Em and me. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Greek life, it basically means we are talking to potential new members all day. We’re there early (6am wake up call, anyone?) and we stay late (I’m lucky to get out of the house by 8:30pm). And we stay in the house the entire day.
I was planning on taking Wednesday and yesterday off (since we logged so many miles early in the week), but last night I got out for the day around 9:15, texted Em, and we were running by 9:30.
I can honestly say that I wanted to run. Sure I was exhausted, but I was stressed out, annoyed (110 women, one house, fourteen hours; you do the math), and antsy from being cooped up.
We ran three miles (we decided to only take Wednesday off and break up our 5 miles). And thank god for Em because I complained basically the entire run.
And you know what? It felt amazing. I aired all my annoyances, ran out all my frustrations, and got some endorphins to boot (not to mention fresh air).
This morning we didn’t have to be at the house until 9, but I woke up at 7 to get another few miles in. Everyone thinks I’m crazy for squeezing in runs when we’re spending all our time and energy recruiting. But I can honestly say that those runs have been sanity-savers. I was leagues less stressed and moody today.
I worried that I would have to force myself to run this week. But that’s not the case at all; my body wants to be running. And that feels pretty damn good.