I love to run. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea I know. The freedom and silence I get when I’m out there at 6:30am frankly, is addictive. It is my time.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am the same as most people in that my activity levels in the past have waxed and waned at various stages through my life. I’ve trained intensely at times for athletics competitions, hockey finals and running events, through to a different level of intensity after each of my kids were born, where I would walk the streets with the buggy and do weight/resistance training just picking them up!
And my motivation for getting out there and running on those cold mornings has changed over the years too. Quite honestly, from the vanity-driven, fear-of-getting-‘fat’ late teens, to the social (it’s a ‘thing;, for my dad and me) and stress-relief driven 20’s, to now. In my 30’s, when every moment is seemingly consumed by work or family activities or friends, it is the silence and the alone time and the mindfulness back into my body that gets me out the door.