Ah, Valentine’s Day. The one day a year when it’s appropriate to tackle the topic of love without hesitation or reserve.
I’ve thought long and hard about how to respond to this challenge, and I came up with a lot of cliche ideas. There’s the “10 Things I Love About Running” post; the “5 Running Accessories I’m Loving Right Now” post; the “7 Superfoods You Didn’t Know You Liked—But Now Love” post. The list goes on, and on, and on.
That’s because, in the world of healthy living, there is a lot to love – of course, because many of us are committed to the types of things that help us love ourselves. (That was a lot of the “L” word in one sentence, I know. Bear with me. It’s Valentine’s Day, after all.)
Anyway, I’m not going to go there. Why? Because, as much as I love Valentine’s Day for its affinity toward red cinnamon hard candies, I’m not all that into the fuss. For one, my family owns a chocolate store, so if you think I’m into Godiva, you’re horribly mistaken. I get plenty of Lazar’s Chocolate on a daily basis, and so I don’t need the calendar to read February 14th in order to get my sugar fix.
And then there’s the whole idea of price-fixed dinners. Man, these piss me off. If I don’t want to order dessert, I should at least be able to swap it out for an extra glass of wine.
That’s more like it.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ll never turn down flowers and, if Noah were to buy me Skittles, I’d probably melt to the core of the earth. But to be honest, I’m more excited about the one present he decided to get me as of last night that doesn’t involve roses or sugar.
Drum roll please…
…someone to professionally clean our apartment! (You can’t see me, but I’m grinning ear to ear.)
Anyway. I’ll keep it short and sweet today because, well, who doesn’t love efficiency? This week, after trying really hard to be spontaneous in the least Type-A way possible, I’ve found myself waking up with the actual desire to run. Better yet, I’ve been enjoying my time outdoors, no matter how slow and sleepy the miles may be — and trust me, they are both remarkably slow and sleepy.
On Tuesday and Wednesday, I ran 4 and 5 miles respectively, both through Central Park, and neither which much purpose or aim.
It was glorious.
What I’m loving right now is this renewed sense of passion for running, and that’s totally enough for me.
Here are a few snapshots from my latest excursion.
They’ve been icy, and cold, and far earlier than I’d like them to be.
Sometimes the sun is blinding.
And sometimes, it is perfect and calm.
Either way, as long as I’m out there, I couldn’t really ask for much more.
Man, this must be true love.
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, what do you love most about running, or where you run, or sweating in general, or living healthfully?