Running/Walking to keep yourself in one piece….

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I started running a Long time ago…..

In High School I played football…..

During the off season me and another defensive back where told to go join the High School Track team to work on our speed…..

After High School I never thought of running until I was married and had a few kids….

Then one day I saw a flyer for a local 3 mile run and went out a did it…..

I was hooked ….

For the last few decades I have been running and now mostly walking…..

As you get older you tend to want to baby those knees and your hips….

Now that I’m doing this blog everyday my knees seem to be ok….

But my hips and back hate the constant sitting…..

The aches and pains are there….

So is the Ben-Gay heat rub and Hot showers and baths…

But….

Being out on the roads is a beautify thing……

The fresh air….

The movement….

And the Challenge of going out there and doing your miles when you feel like garbage is the best meditation in the world…..

Here’s another person talking about running to help you deal with things….

I started distance running in 2007 because, in the short space of six months, the person I was dating left me for another woman, I bought a house (a rash decision) and my grandfather died.

I did not handle this well. As I was helping my mother pack up her parents’ house, I found myself too drained to move and lay down on the floor and sobbed. My mother suggested I try therapy. I signed up for a 10-mile race instead.

Training for the Ocean Drive 10-Miler became my release valve. When I was running, there were no phones, no texts, no emails. On the road, work crises could not reach me. While pounding out miles in the pouring rain, I was grateful that it was raining so no one could see me cry.

When I ran, all I thought about was running: put one foot in front of the other, tackle the mile ahead instead of worrying about the entire distance to be run. I had done a few 5-kilometer races, but this was different. This time I was running five, six miles at a time, building my strength and speed until one cold March day, when I ran 10 full miles from Cape May, N.J., to North Wildwood, falling into my mother’s arms at the end.

As the recession bloomed, I kept running. I tried not to worry about everything going wrong at once — with work and with the house, which was suddenly worth a lot less than what I paid for it. Instead, I ran down one problem at a time.

Running continues to be a balm……

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