As someone who blogs about running, I’ve felt like a fraud lately—an imposter—since I’m not doing much running. Grumpy calves over the last several months have limited my mileage. I’ve been able to get out on occasion, but not as much as my mind and body require.
Everything is just a little off when I’m not running. Cowardice, self doubt, and stagnation all seems to be par for the course when I’m not on the trails. I’m probably not alone. Sometimes I don’t lace up my shoes because I can’t bear what will happen to my mental well-being if an injury returns while running. Not running seems easier. But today was different—it had been ten days since my last run and the sun was beckoning me to the trail.
I decided to heed my desire for a run and head to Forest Park, my favorite local running spot. I’m always amazed how the simple act of running can yield such powerful rewards. Sometimes it’s instantaneous, while other times it may take a few miles to settle in, but the result is usually the same—with each step courage and strength are returned.
While it was only three short (and probably very slow) miles, it gave me time to reflect. I recently wrote about frustration with my limited blog success. But today the dense forest served as a shield from my doubts, freeing my mind to possibilities. I thought about the four meetings I’ve had with four incredible women over the last couple weeks who reenergized me—who believe in me. They recognize the potential of what I’m doing with my blog and the meetings concluded with ideas and partnership possibilities, so stay tuned. I’m excited.
While my run today may have started with feelings of imposter syndrome, the magic of three miles produced a strong and confident blogger. Watch out world.
How have your miles resulted in magic?