It’s been almost 4 years since I started my relationship with you. I didn’t want to meet you, but someone recommended that we hook up. I still remember that mid-July day in 2014 when I stepped foot out on the street to meet you for the first time. I didn’t like you. You seemed to pay more attention to the more athletic types; I could tell from all of your Facebook posts with “other” people. But, I thought I’d give you a try anyways.
We would meet up every morning before the family awoke. I didn’t want anyone to know. I’ll be honest, I was embarrassed. I even took a social media sabbatical to hide my feelings about you. I was off the grid for a solid 3 months. It wasn’t until then that you started to grow on me.
It felt like I didn’t have any friends or family during this time, but I didn’t care, I was with you. As we grew closer together you became an important part of my life. My family noticed a huge change in me. Because of you, I lost close to 30 pounds and became a new man. I was more confident about myself. I was ready to share you with my family and the world!
I decided to take our relationship to the next level. I introduced you to my family and most of them fell in love with you instantly. We began to spend more time together. At first it was only 30 minutes per day. Then, it turned into 2 to 2 1/2 hours per day. I publicly expressed my love for you in November that same year at the Ohio State 4 Miler. It was one of the most amazing times I’ve ever had. My family even showed up to show their support for us.
You became an addiction for me. You were all I could think about. I wanted and needed to spend more time with you. Two and a 1/2 hours turned into 4-6 hours. On many occasions, I found myself spending more time with you than my family.
It wasn’t until October 18, 2015 when our relationship started to go downhill. It was the Columbus Marathon. We spent 5 1/2 hours together there. Yeah, that’s a freaking long time. The whole time, I was thinking, “what the hell was I doing here?” As I looked around, seeing all of these more athletic folks happily enjoying their time with you, I wasn’t. I hated you. I could not wait for our time together to end. I was happy when it did.
After the full marathon, my sleeping patterns changed. My eating habits changed. I was tired of having to live up to your expectations. Most of your friends would laugh and mock me. It wasn’t fun anymore. But, I was scared to be without you. So, I kept you in my life…but from a distance. I stopped trying to impress.
My metabolism slowed down tremendously because I had to train my body to conserve energy. Nobody told me that spending that much time with you would cause me to gain weight. Oh, I gained weight. I’m having a hard time trying to get it back under control.
I went to the doctor this past Friday to get my biometric numbers. I’m fairly certain that the numbers are not up to par and will need health counseling.
My half marathon days are over. The full marathon I did a year and a half ago? Well, that was my first and last. My body can’t take it anymore. I have to get my weight under control.
Someone told me that spending less time with you will actually help. That doesn’t mean that I will not spend any time with you, just less.
So, Running, I’m sorry, but we’ll only be able to hang out for about ½ hour per day. Maybe one day per week, we’ll hang for a good hour. But, that’s all I can handle.
Who knows, maybe you’ll start to grow on me again once I get my weight under control.