I Have a Confession to Make

I've been keeping a secret and I think the time has come to confess. For the past couple of months I have been... running. I didn't mention it here because I honestly thought it was just a fluke and wouldn't last but here it is, over two months later, and the running doesn't seem to be going away.

It started very innocently. One day while I was walking I looked up and noticed a car parked halfway up the block and for some strange reason I thought, "I bet I can run all the way to that car" and I did. It felt weird and awkward.

The next day, I thought the same thing and I ran a little past the car. Less weird, less awkward. Then I started running whenever I crossed the street, and running up to and past some of the other landmarks on my way. A few days later it dawned on me that I was running more than walking. A few days after that it started to feel pretty good.

Once it became full on running, I would be sore the next day and have to skip a day. I hate skipping a day.

This week I ran two days in a row. I even ran a little bit today, though I feel a bit shin-splinty. I meant to just walk but I couldn't help myself. I had to run just a little.

I think it's a very effective way for me to get out of my head and into my body. When I'm writing, I am mostly in my head and running forces me back down into my breath, my heartbeat.

So, now you know my secret. What secrets have you been keeping from the internet?