Thursday, October 6, 2016
About 3 years ago, during my freshman year of college, I was going through a bit of a hard time adjusting to the college experience. Without going into too much detail, I was recovering from a bad breakup with an ex who was now taking interest in my best friend.. Needless to say I wasn't in a good spot. Through this bout of depression, I didn't do much but play guitar in my dorm room, eat alone at one of the on campus diners, and run at the track in the gym during that last semester of the year, I started. The reason I initially took up running was, of course - to stay in shape. I started with the goal of running a mile nonstop, which was honestly quite grueling at times. Nevertheless, as time went by I was running a mile in about 6-7 minutes without breaks. At this point, however, I wasn't running because I wanted to stay fit or to reach the next goal. I was running because it was therapeutic. It gave me a chance to "run" from my inner worries, all the while giving me something to feel good about. I credit these evening jogs with helping me overcome my hardships and as a key component in maintaining the positive mental state I have today.