I love to run. I know that, and over the past couple years its one of the few things that hasn’t changed.
I’ve gone from being a lazy video gamer to… well I still play video games, but I got good enough to keep up with a college track team. I can make all the excuses in the world for why I stopped… crazy girl, too many classes… but when it comes down to it, the other guys were simply better. I regret dropping. They’re just starting their competitive season now and I will never know what that would have been like.
At one point, before the track team stuff, I had serious drive to do the New York Marathon. Where did that go? I got up to 19 miles at one point, and it felt amazing, and then I just … quit. I had been documenting everything I did, and suddenly I stopped.
This semester I got it into my head somehow that eating was dangerous. Told myself it would make me too sleepy before a class, or not good to run after eating… or swim especially. By Thanksgiving I was literally passing out because I just didn’t have anything left for my body to go on. How did that even happen? How did my head get so screwed that I couldn’t see what was going on?
Now… I don’t know. I ate a lot since Thanksgiving to make myself somewhat healthy again, but mainly I just ate whatever was in front of me no matter what. How do I feel about that? Indifferent? I’m not any slower than I was a month ago… but I haven’t really stopped on this path either. Starting to tell myself that I’ll spend winter break in the gym… but will that actually happen? Will I get bogged down in projects or research or something at work or try to spend time with friends? And why am I even going to goto the gym? Do I have a reason? Who or what am I doing it for?
I think… over the past couple years, my metabolism has shifted gears a couple times in order to compensate for various habits of staying up late, working long hours, skipping meals, waking up ridiculously early, eating a lot… I just wish I knew how to make a balance with myself. And besides loving to run, I don’t know why I do things anymore.