Like the homing pigeons above, I need to come home. I AM GOING TO GO HOME. I am headed back to weight watchers again tomorrow. I will admit, I have a sense of shame about going back. Not because of the weight I have gained or anything like that. I feel “worthy” of going back but what I feel bad about is stopping my meetings in the first place. I love them you know. I care about the people there and they care about me. There is no reason but full on self-deception that has caused me to stay away. So today I will make a grand entrance at my “home” once again. I will go there head high and weigh in. To be honest, even as I write this I am telling myself that I should not go back. That I should just stay away and forget about it. But that is my unhealthy side talking. I know what works for me. I know what I like to do for my body. I have listened and listened and listened to my body for so long now there is really no arguing with what works for me and WW works. And in fact, it works for an endurance athlete as well. I have made WW work for ultras and marathons. It will do the job. I say “it” but really it is just eating healthy and eating the correct amount of calories. “It” is like any other normal eating program. The only difference from what I am doing now is that IT IS NORMAL. LOL.
I am going to start training hard again with my running and on top of that I will be doing three days a week of resistance training. I long for this. I am in recovery from the Strolling Jim at the moment but I will be back hard at it soon enough. I yearn for the self exploration that it all brings, and the self revelation that I experience. I can’t wait for the sense of accomplishment DAILY knowing that I am doing the RIGHT thing for my body. The right thing for my life. I never would have guessed that running would have become such a part of my life. I never would have dreamed that I would write a post about my third year of long distance running and that I completed my 22nd long race. I don’t say this stuff to be arrogant and I hope you don’t see it that way. As I write I am even humbled by the process. The process of step by step growth. The process of learning what and what not to do while running. I am humbled that I can even call myself a runner and to be honest at this point in my running life I still sometimes don’t think I am a REAL runner. Now that is crazy because a REAL runner is just a normal person who runs, jogs, walk/jogs, etc. There is no distance that makes you a runner. There is no magic number of races that changes your identity to be someone else so that you can finally be a REAL runner. There is no days per week that you must run to be REAL. All you have to do is get out there and do it. Fast or slow, smooth or uncordinated, natural or unnatural. So I am going to get out there and do some more running becasue I want to. I don’t have to. I am the same person with the same worth and the same integrity if I do or don’t. But I want to run, and I want to experience all that it has to offer me in this short life.