The running debacle

Running.
Everyone seems to have an opinion about it for some reason.
You love it or you hate it and I mean LOVE it or HATE it with a passion.
If you didn't pick up from previous posts (which is valid as I don't talk too much about my running) I LOVE it. There is nothing else in the world that makes me feel the way running does (apart from maybe roller coasters...)
So what happens when a crazy running girl can't run?

I touched on this recently in a previous post, but lets back track...

Running first entered my life last year. Of course I always had to do the compulsory cross countries and all that in primary school (I wasn't very good- I stuck to sprinting), but it was not until mid- high school and starting a blog and reading other blogs that I thought I might try it out for fun!

So I went outside and ran. About 1km but still! I was puffed, but I was happy and already addicted. I ran and ran about 4 times a week sometimes more and increased my distance!

(one of my all-time favourite movies)

There are so many positives:

I was fit

My legs were toned

I could buy cool workout clothes...

but those aren't the reasons I run- they were just the bonuses.

I don't run to look good or brag to my friends. Although...

I definitely don't do it to impress people while I'm out running, however there are a few other reasons for that:

I also believe:

 So instead I:

I run because it makes me happy. I feel good and it's one of my ways of dealing with stress. I found the exercise I love and I do it.

Right at the moment though I've done something to my leg (a runners condition- of course- where one of my muscles is taking all of the strain because I have weaker hips or something) and I simply cannot run.
Of course I'm devastated and initially tried to force myself through the pain, but I knew deep down this wasn't healthy behaviour and my body was simply trying to give me a sign that it's break time.

Initially I was not totally ok with it and my mind sometimes slipped into negative thoughts like;
'You'll lose your fitness and everything else you've gained'
and if I walk for a bit or doing other exercises I might think;
'This is doing nothing- you're not even sweating.'
I know that I'm being silly, but you can't escape your own mind.

I do actually know that exercise doesn't have to make you slip over from your sweat to be effective and I know I'll regain my fitness-. I know my body needs a break and I'm ok with it, I just hope I can get back to my soothing stride soon! (Hey, hey alliteration ;)

I just thought I might share this on this wonderful Thursday, to Think Out Loud, along with the wonderful Amanda from Running with Spoons and everyone else linking up!

Any thoughts/ questions/ personal experiences are welcomed with open-arms!
Have a great rest of your week! (almost the weekend!)
:D