1. It gets me out to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine.
2. It’s a versatile activity: when running with friends it can be a very social activity, but when running alone, it can offer great moments of introspection.
3. There are several great programs and clinics offering information and instruction on how to run injury-free. Checking one out can be the difference between hating the sport and loving the sport.
4. Running helps me to clear my head.
5. Running can be a good activity for stress management.
6. Running puts a smile on my face.
7. Running is a great conversation starter with other runners.
8. The subtle changes I see and feel in my body, when a belt can tighten a notch or when something from the back of the closet suddenly fits again.
9. Overall, I feel more confident when I have been running.
10. Running only seems to require discipline in the beginning. Over time, the sense of progress, achievement and well-being seems to help discipline take care of itself.
11. When I am running regularly, the sense of progress and achievement seems to motivate me to make better, healthier choices overall.
12. The feeling of “ugh, I need to work out” disappears as soon as I am done, which means less guilt for the rest of the day.
13. There is a wonderful sense of community among runners.
14. I sometimes get my best writing ideas while running.
15. I sometimes solve problems while running.
16. I sometimes impress myself when I shuffle other activities around to make time for running. That’s when I know I have committed to my goals.
17. I know I’m doing well when I WANT to go running.
18. The sense of freedom I feel when going for a run after being cooped up due to bad weather.
19. The sense of freedom I feel when I return to the running trails after getting over a cold or an injury.
20. I like chocolate chip cookies. I feel less guilty eating them (still, in moderation) when I’ve been running.
21. The crackling of leaves under my running shoes in the fall.
22. The various scents I can pick up when running at different times of the year.
23. Running gives me the time to listen to some of my favourite music and enjoy it in a way that being in a resting position doesn’t offer. Moving my body to the music is a joy in itself.
24. Alternatively, running gives me the opportunity to enjoy the cheery sounds of birds chirping.
25. With running I can be much more aware of the subtle changes of the seasons, rather than watching them from my window.
26. It can be a way of sightseeing at ground level when visiting a new place.
27. Running doesn’t have to be routine. It is easy to switch things up and change the route, the distance, the grade and the musical playlist.
28. Relatively speaking, it’s not an expensive sport.
29. It’s a way of enjoying nature when I’m running through one of our lovely parks.
30. It’s a way of truly feeling “in the moment”.
31. Running can be a form of meditation.
32. It’s a way of reconnecting mind, body and spirit.
33. Running can be considered “me” time, free from the challenges that can await at home or at work.
34. When participating in a run for charity, the wonderful feeling of having helped out a great cause.
35. It’s difficult to think negative thoughts when endorphins are released, during and following a good run.
36. The feeling of doing something good for my body.
37. I like potato chips. I feel less guilty eating them (still, in moderation) when I’ve been running.
38. Running is such a popular sport, there are countless resources on the web offering advice and best practices.
39. That amazing feeling when I’ve completed a run and nothing hurts is pure joy. It means I’m doing everything right in terms of preparation, nutrition, and stretching.
40. When running and stretching regularly, I know that my body is more resilient and less prone to random aches and pains.
41. Running is a good blog topic.
42. The sense of accomplishment as I approach my running goals.
43. The sense of accomplishment when I meet my running goals.
44. The sense of accomplishment when I surpass my running goals.
45. The sense of accomplishment when realizing that my hard work (leading up to my goal) was worth it.
46. The bragging rights (for years) when I achieved a major milestone like a 5K run, a 10K run, a half marathon or (it’s on the bucket list…) a full marathon.
47. That feeling when I impress myself by an achievement, when I think that 10 years ago this would have been unimaginable.
48. When reaching a major running goal, I enjoy that feeling of being in the best shape of my life.
49. The cheering from the crowd when running a big race.
50. The cheering in my own head when I’ve completed a big race!
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I was walking down the street one evening after work, when I caught myself. I was walking at a brisk pace.
What’s wrong with walking at a brisk pace? Nothing if you are running late or have a long list of things to do and only a little time to accomplish them.
But I wasn’t late nor did I have a long list of things to do. But I was still on autopilot, at a pace more typical of “The Busy People’s Walk”. The brisk pace seems to be the norm these days, even when there’s no reason for it.
While it might be great for my cardio, it’s not exactly conducive to stopping and smelling the roses along the way.
I laughed to myself and thought, “Slow down! Enjoy the moment!” At the same time, it evoked childhood memories from when my Dad used to tell me (in French) “T’es pas au feu”, meaning “You’re not on fire”, whenever I was unnecessarily rushing through something.
Funny enough, even after consciously slowing myself down, somehow my walking speed started creeping up again and I had to remind myself that I am, in fact, not on fire and could enjoy a more leisurely pace. I slowed myself down again.
The question is… why? Has my auto-pilot always been stuck in rush mode? Continue reading
I’d like to think that I treat people with kindness, class, respect and dignity. The only thing is that being consistent in that regard can become difficult when that treatment is not reciprocated. Similarly, it is hard to be gracious when I am met with negativity and judgement.
As I found out, I seem to be quite sensitive to the energy around me. Negative energy can be pretty contagious.
That being the case, I often found myself stepping back from certain situations and wondering to myself, “Am I being too sensitive”?
Intuitively, to survive in our sometimes not-so-kind world, I managed to develop a thick skin and just enough armour to make my way through life without getting trampled or taken advantage of… most times. And those who did cross the line remained on my “naughty” list for years to follow. Some might call it a grudge, but I prefer to call it a defense mechanism to prevent it from happening again.
As I head into the second half of my life, I realize that being empathetic, kind-hearted and sensitive is my natural way of being, and that’s OK. My challenge is that I tend to be overly sensitive to others’ feelings, and that I worry about it… a lot. And then my resilience pays the price.
Most time, it is not a horrible problem in itself. What a wonderful world it would be if people actually did take a moment to care a little more about others rather than taking people down a peg, giving people a piece of their mind, and losing sight of the fact that we are all human beings. Continue reading
Ever since I turned 50, not a day passes that I don’t consider what I might want to do in retirement.
It is kind of funny because for the first half of my career, it was all about mentally preparing for the next work assignment and the next career step, hoping to strike to right balance between something I can be good at, something lucrative and sustainable, and something that will keep me happy.
At this stage in life, the hunt is still on, but not so much about the next career step as it is for activities I may be interested in pursuing in my next chapter.
Of course, there is no rush. As I suggested in my post about my retirement “gap year”, sleeping, recharging my batteries and writing for the fun of it will be my top activities in that first year. But at the same time, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with taking note of the activities that make me happy and which hold particular meaning to me.
Volunteering is one of those activities.
Much like with one’s career, I think it is very important to pitch in not only where the need exists but also to volunteer for causes that are close to one’s heart. In doing so, the time spent volunteering should be more fun and energizing rather than draining.
This is what I tried to explain to my dad many moons ago, when he objected to my volunteering just as I was launching my career. In retrospect, I certainly understand his point of view in that it was important to focus my full energy to my burgeoning career. But early on, there were days that I felt that my job was not tapping into my full potential, especially from a creative perspective.
That is why I was looking for other outlets. Continue reading
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Ever since I moved in to this house, I have been in a never-ending hunt for ways to clean my tub.
If I remember correctly, scrubbing the tub (and the entire main bathroom, for that matter) was one of the first things I did the day I got the keys to the place. That and eradicating a trail of ants from the kitchen counter from a sticky sweet mess left behind, as well as a load of laundry for a proud first-time owner of a laundry centre.
But for some reason, no matter how much I scrubbed with my trusty scouring powder with bleach, there were patches of darker shades of beige throughout that didn’t seem to want to come off. Technically, I knew it was clean, but it looked stained.
I don’t know much about the previous owners and occupants, but for a fifteen-year-old house, there were some signs of premature aging. There were some pieces in the house showing more wear and tear than my first apartment that was twice that age, including chips in the enamel of a sink, knife marks on the kitchen counter and some carpeting that absorbed the fallout of a kitty cat with an unfortunate bladder issue.
In the months that followed, whenever I had a few minutes, I was back at the tub, trying to clean it with the same tenacity as the Coyote trying to catch the Road Runner. I tried every product on the market and had to hold myself back from using anything deliberately abrasive, in my frustration for the stains that would not come out. Continue reading