Running

A lot of people are really into running, and my roommate is especially into running. I know there's talk about a "runner's high" and stuff, but I really don't see the point. I would much rather sit on an elliptical in one place reading a book or listening to music rather than running outside. It's not because I'm afraid of looking foolish and totally lame in public (although I probably should be worried about that.)

I'm the just the kind of person who finds joy in the journey. I can't run outside because I would get stuck somewhere smelling wildflowers or greeting neighborhood people and their animals. I would admire architecture and not notice where I'm going. I'm too easily distracted you might say, but I'd rather say that I enjoy taking in life's moments when they happen. 

Sometimes I feel like I'm still a kid inside. Heck, when I describe myself, I start out with words like giggly and silly, and I'm working on "a more refined version of crazy". I love sparkles, hot pink and purple. I have a fluffy pink princess bear that I made at Build-a-Bear just three months ago. I'm not afraid to dream big and speak my mind, and generally just be silly. 

Anyways, back to the running thing. For someone who doesn't like running (ok, if I had to run for my life I would DIE) I feel like I'm figuratively running a lot. I'm running at a dead sprint through my life. College experienced in 3 years. I haven't lived at home for 2 1/2 years. And I'm not even 21 yet. 

I know what I want and what I expect of myself, but remember, I am easily distracted. I get caught up in little things. Who doesn't? I think I've grown up a lot and gained a lot of self confidence, but I'm still in the process of finding myself and being comfortable with who I am. I've still got to refine the parts that I'm not proud of, but I have to remind myself I'm still learning. 

Lady Antebellum's song "I Run to You" came to mind as I was thinking about this post. The world keeps spinning faster, it's all coming undone, but we can run.