Obsessions, everyone has a few.  They may be mild or they may be extreme.  Mine fall somewhere in the middle.   I call them “my crazies”.  People may say they don’t have obsessions, but I don’t believe it.  Even Superman has Lois Lane.  If you must have crazies, pick something you enjoy.

My current crazy is easy to recognize.  Visit any of my social media accounts where threads of running related anecdotes litter the posts.  Most days between 4:30 PM and 6:30 PM, I’m dressed in spandex and Asics running shoes ready to exercise.

My number one addiction is running.  I find it social, meditative and energizing.  It can be a much-needed tension reliever and in my group, filled with laughter.  We have christened ourselves, the fun group.

As a young naïve employee, I smirked watching my 50+ co-workers lace their Keds ready to spend the lunch break in a brisk walk.  I lounged inside, enjoying the air conditioning.  If I walked, I never wore tennis shoes and a dress!

Well, how silly was that?  Who cares what I wear during a lunch walk? If they do, that’s their problem not mine.  My mature self knows better.  Most days I eat, then slip a favorite pair of athletic shoes on anxious feet, anticipating spending half an hour in the fresh air and sunshine.

My younger clueless self missed much enjoyment, choosing safety behind the glass while she could have meandered through the tree lined paths on the other side of the pane.

This current obsession has enjoyed a longer life span than former ones.  With 18 marathons, over 20 half marathons and  countless 5 and 10 K runs completed, I hope this one doesn’t end.  And there I go again, letting crazy spill out.

If I run 100 marathons when I’m eighty, that’s my crazy.  Well not that I’m 80 but I will be someday.   I resolve to be diverse in choosing topics to tweet, post or blog, but for today, here is one more on my current obsession.