4:37 my alarm fills my room. I sit up, throw my hair into a bun, and put on my tennis shoes. I hop into my car, teeth chattering due to the 7 degree weather outside, and I head to my gym. Time for my daily run.
I’m a huge runner. I have been since I was younger. It just started with me being good at it, and then evolved to my mind needing it. I constantly crave excessive, not only because it makes my body feel good, but because it eases my mind.
When I run, my mind goes free. I wonder to my subconscious, and if I’m lucky I can run long enough to get a runners high. At a young age, I realized running helped me figure out where my priorities are. It helps me discover where, and if, I had anxieties in a situation. It helped me find out what really matters to my current state, and sometimes helps me solve or figure out my next steps or solutions.
My girlfriends often call me the runner.
“Don’t run again Mads.”
It’s not only because I am an avid runner, but because I tend to run from situations if they give me anxiety. So when I notice myself running or withdrawing from a situation… I then physically go run to figure out the why. Why does it scare me? Why is it giving me anxiety? Why am I avoiding it?
So when people say, “why do you workout so much?” I typically reply, “it’s for my mental health” because without running I think my life would be way more chaotic, anxiety filled, and unsure.