Late August, I realized that running has become an addiction to me. Declared state of addiction, that too.
It is in my bones...'mileage', the 'k's', 'stretches', 'LSD" have all become part of my routine vocabulary. That is the behavioral part.
The most important thing is the core inner feeling. Rich daddy says ' the amount of days that you spend without working, is the measure of your richness'. The more you are away from your love, the more you want to get back at it. It did not last 2 days for me... sleepless nights, restless mind and could not tolerate. I burn guilt through hot deep sighs. Unbearable it has become.
The twins kept beckoning...my feet. My eyes roll, mind races, heart beats and lungs suck in air faster, faster, faster...I pulsate and pulpitate.
And, I do the act - feet into the shoes, laces tied. Running dress on! Sports band on! Feel much better.
Then the first steps and I go! Deep inside me, a child screams, tumbles, leaps in joy... now I EXIST! I found a purpose to live for one more DAY!!!
I breathe better, think better, am happier when I run or plan to. It is the pillar of my everyday existence now. Else, like a lost child, I dont know what to do... I dont know, how I became like this. But now, I have become a RUNAHOLIC!!!