A couple weeks ago, I ran for the first time.

Okay, like, I’ve run before, but not on purpose. I’ve run because I had to get somewhere fast or someone has made me, like in a gym class or a weird theatre workshop or something.

But a couple weeks ago, I was at the gym to do weights and I decided to run. I always do 15 minutes of cardio before I start lifitng, to get my heart going. I usually spend that 15 minutes on the elliptical. But I decided to run instead.

I ran 1.2 miles in 15 minutes and felt pretty damn good about it. I could have kept going, but I was there to do weights, so I didn’t. Later, I asked one of my running friends if 1.2 miles in 15 minutes was okay time. She said I did fantastic. I had a little moment of pride and then I forgot about it.

But running has been sneaking back into my brain at random moments.

I’ll see a photo on Instagram that someone has taken on a run and catch myself thinking, “it would be nice to run outdoors,” or I’ll read a Facebook status about starting the day off with a run and think, “that would be a good way to get your day going.”

Today I had a morning so full of anxiety, rage, and frustration that I actually stopped at home on my way to work so that I could scream-sob in my bathroom.

And weirdly, while I was sitting there hoping I wouldn’t have makeup all over my face, something came to mind.

“After work, I’m going to the gym to run this off.”

And now I’m sitting at work thinking about it. (And blogging. Oops. Shh, don’t tell.)

And I’m totally planning a playlist. Any song suggestions?

Running. I think I get it. Who knew?

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