This weekend, as we laid out on our beach towels in the gentle Maine sun, we got to talking about running.
After all, three of us were running a half-marathon the next morning, one of us had qualified for and run Boston a few years back, and the other was her running buddy. We couldnâ€™t help but talk about running.
Iâ€™m not usually one to brag, so Lizzy did my bragging for me.
â€œTheoâ€™s lost 50 pounds and started running about two and a half years ago. She ran the Chicago Marathon and is now training for the New York Marathon.â€
â€œOh, so youâ€™re one of those,â€ the running buddy offhandedly said.
Someone else might have taken offense to that, but I didnâ€™t.
Sure, I havenâ€™t always been a runner. Iâ€™ve been running for a lot less time than I spent not running, but Iâ€™m a runner now.
Sure, it might be a little clichÃ© to lose weight and take up running, but I donâ€™t really care if itâ€™s clichÃ© or not.
I love to run because I love the accomplishment of running 5 miles before work or running 15 on a weekend or achieving a goal Iâ€™ve been working towards for months.
Sure, it keeps me strong and healthy and helps me maintain my weight but thatâ€™s not why I started and thatâ€™s not why I keep it up.
I run because it keeps me happy and grounded. Logging those miles helps me put into perspective whatâ€™s worth crying over and whatâ€™s just spilled milk.
I remember when I started losing weight vowing to myself that I would not be â€œthat girlâ€ as I was trying to lose weight or once I reached my goal weight. I would not get crazy about it. I would simply lose the weight and move on to the next big thing in my life, whatever that would be. To me, â€œthat girlâ€ was the girl who lost weight and ran marathons and competed in triathlons. I never wanted to be a clichÃ©.
There are worse clichÃ©s to embody.