My running security blanket comes in the form of a well used and honestly kind of gross water bottle that I carry with me on EVERY run. EVERY one! Two miles or a half marathon, that thing comes with me. Often I have begun a run and felt off only to realize...no water bottle, so I head back and secure it with purpose in my left hand!
There have been legitimate reasons to carry water with me. When I began running I was more than out of shape and I have asthma. The stalkerish heavy breathing that ensued when I began running dried my throat out and occasionally triggered an attack in me. Training for half marathons in the summer in the south can be difficult and I sweat like a man. Honestly-LIKE A MAN-and staying hydrated on long runs is important. I have run 2 half marathons that ran out of water around the 6-8 mile stations~terrible!
Reasons. Legitimate. Valid.
My running partner often cracks on me and my "security blanket" and lately I've been wondering how I would do with out it. Honestly, often I barely even take a sip of water on the run. Today-I decided would be the day let go of the comfortable, the fall back, the security blanket.
It was only a short distance, but I ran like the freakin wind compared to my current runs! Seriously-felt like I was gliding through the air, like running was a piece of cake, like I was born to run!
As I ran I remembered a recent discussion with a friend about how it takes courage to let go of the familiar and...
I felt courageous!