I woke up today and wondered where the truck was that ran me over was. The only thing I did yesterday was run. I ran 3 miles after work, nothing new or difficult or unusual for me. It wasn’t fast or slow, just average for me. Today it felt like I did something out of the ordinary, enough so that I laid in bed wondering if I really wanted to go work out. I didn’t just wonder if I should run, I wondered if I should even work out. At first I thought I would go work out but if I do Tabata I like to have at least an hour in which to spend working all my junk out. So I kicked my ass into my running clothes and when I was finished getting my husband ready for work and making his breakfast I headed out. I decided to run a harder route but one that I’ve run before. It started with a big ass hill which always makes you feel awesome once you crest the top of it. As expected, mile 1 was slow with the typical “why are you doing this” and “you’re super slow, just go home” conversations in my head. The Ukrainian pressed on to finish and as it always does my running knocked the shit out of the tired feeling that was taking over just 30 minutes earlier. Now right now I’m suffering from the post lunch food coma married with the sitting in the sun for :45 minutes slump which has nothing to do with my slow starting morning. I always feel better when I go for a run when I’m tired in the morning. Not every run is great or even good for that matter but every run that happens when your just tired always ends up with me being happy that I went and much more awake. I’ve never been sorry that I’ve gone for a run tired because I feel not only stronger but better and healthy and good. The mental happiness from running is ridiculously addictive and makes me want to do more following every time I buckle down and just get it done. If you don’t love it, don’t do it but do find something that you do love and do that. Strive to be as healthy as you can and as strong as you can every day.
Today I feel like Cinderella reflecting on her wonderful evening at the Ball! Last night I went to a show at Symphony Hall! I have never been there and was in sheer awe at every detail of the building’s exterior, the interior and the hall itself. The doors were leather with brass riveted fastenings, the details adorning the walls and ceilings and staircases alike were amazing. The rugs were brilliant and royal and soft as I walked on them. The front doors all open wide under the lit overhang which sat beneath the majestic flags that hung high near the roofline were welcoming and the staff with smiles on their faces stood at every door welcoming guests and assisting us to our seats. It was absolutely the most beautiful building I’ve ever been in in my life. As I sat in that brilliant hall in my seat watching just an incredible show I had something pop into my head that will be on my bucket list for sure. I want to dance in Symphony Hall! If I had my way, I would have been brave enough to try it, waiting for everyone to leave but that isn’t really feasible without some serious strings. It’s actually more like a pipe dream from a combination of chick flicks out there that I’ve seen so many times. In my fantasy the lights would be low, the tables and chairs would be cleared, the POPs would have stayed in their seats playing a dancing tune and my love would have led me to the middle of the floor for a dance while the Symphony Hall staff looked on thinking how lovely we looked.
Back to reality. Things like that only happen in the movies but wouldn’t it be so wonderful if it actually happened? I think so and I plan on finding a way to indeed Dance at Symphony Hall! EEJANAIKA (Japanese for What The Hell) you might be thinking. Is this even related to Running? The answer is actually yes! This blog is mostly associated with running and fitness but it is also associated with having goals and being brave and being motivated which is more where this particular blog fits in. I owe this bucket list addition to running in fact. It is because of running that I feel like I can actually have a dream about dancing at Symphony Hall. I am in shape now and I can dance and I now also feel comfortable in pretty clothes and flowy dresses that aren’t boxy that show off my much better shape. Running has given me the confidence to even think that I would want to or could do that, a gift that just keeps on giving! Running has made me brave enough to have a bucket list and feel worthy of believing that I can do these things. Running has given me a believe that I can and should experience amazing things. I love running and all that it brings me…friends, happiness, confidence, strength, tenacity, motivation, memories and an updated bucket list!
PS: Someday I WILL dance at Symphony Hall, twirling round and round in a flowy dress and pretty dancing shoes to the music of the Boston Symphony Orchestra. The lights down low glowing off the gold frosted walls of two tiers of balconies, caressing and flowing over ornately crafted walls and a ceiling that are intricately and delicately designed to catch and release light, memories and dreams.