Oh how I wish it wasn’t true. Wish I could tell you that my few days off from running last week after a bout with candida allowed me time to rest and recover. Wish I could regale you with stories on the relaxing afternoons, long baths and overall peace of mind and body most people get when they take time off from a regular physical activity. They lose that running feeling.
But I didn’t. I felt so…bad. Not bad in a negative way, but somehow less happy than I was when I was running, but I recognized this feeling. This feeling was intimate and its presence unmistakeable. I felt so…normal. Yeah, normal. I didn’t get excited about running, I wasn’t stoked to stretch after a good run and I wasn’t walking around in my gym shorts ready to go the second I had time. I lumbered, slept fitfully and walked around in a general malaise.
Feeling this way is terrible. Food didn’t taste as good, my day didn’t go as fast and my feet weren’t a little sore. Running had given me focus I’ve never been able to duplicate sans some kind of chemical (prescription) intervention and I didn’t know what I had until it was gone.
Call it temporary enlightenment or just a sense of well being, but I guarantee anyone who gets active can experience the same thing. When you finally give in to your desire to run, you’ll notice your overall health get a little better each time and you’ll start to crave it, even more so than you wanted a smoke or another slice of pizza.
As someone who is/was overweight, smoked a pack a day and ate of bunch of crap for years, I understand addiction to unhealthy, yet somehow fulfilling activities that just seem so easy. But the pull to run is stronger and has a better aftertaste.
I think I’ll break out in song…”I’ve got that runnin’ feelin’…”
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