Running Was The Love of My Life, But Now It’s Not
How can I rekindle the romance? If you feel the same, let’s exchange tips
Have you ever lost your mojo, zest, and lust for life? Is there something in your life that once shone brighter than everything else, but is now dull and lifeless, lacklustre?
This is how I feel about running at the moment.
We were once lovers, but now we’re just going through the motions. We’ve fallen out of love. We’re still together, but only just. We’re friends. Maybe even only acquaintances. Perhaps it’s time to go to couples therapy.
I started running in 2018 during a particularly strong period of self-loathing. I was overweight due to a combination of eating and drinking my feelings away (job stress and dissatisfaction mainly), ignoring my health, working a sedentary job, and being equally inactive at home. I was a horrible coach to myself, shouting things inside my head like, “Keep going! It’s no wonder you’re fat!” But it worked. I kept running and started to enjoy it rather than endure it. It became less about losing weight and more about enjoying the freedom and movement — DIANE BRANDER in Running Saved My Life
