A sort of PSA

A friend of mine made a big mistake recently. We hadn't talked in a couple of months and after asking me how things were going (things are good), how work was going (work is busy, but good) he then asked me the one question that he would soon wish he hadn't: how my running is going.

Twenty some odd minutes later when I finally took a breath, I realized... oh god. I've turned into that person. You know who I'm talking about... I'm like your 74 year old aunt that corners you at thanksgiving going on about her last colonoscopy. I'm like that friend from high school that you weren't really friends with, but when you see her out somewhere pregnant with like her 8th kid and you ask her how she is, she takes that as the green light to go into great detail and uses words that should never be used during small talk (you know, phrases that end with "sac" and "fluid"). Yeah. That's me. About running. I'm the girl that tells you way more than the "it's good" response that you're looking for.

I'm sure the thoughts that went through his head were identical to mine... who.the.f*ck.are.you? And what have you done with Amy?

Sure, I've been running a lot lately and have realized that the more I run, the happier I am, etc. But, daaaaaaaaamn. I didn't realize I'd not just drunk the kool-aid, but that I've bathed in it, as well. Who the hell am I? I hadn't really stopped to think about how incredibly unbelievable it is that I'm as obsessed with running as I am**. This whole thing has kind of snuck up on me. One minute, I'm training for the Country Music Half Marathon to get into better shape and then BAM, a few years later I'm training for my 6th marathon and running 60 miles a week. Daaaaaaaamn. Seriously. Who am I? If you'd asked me 10 years ago, who I'd be at 29, I probably would have told you that I'd be the girl with the 8th baby on the way.

Just goes to show you... you gotta be careful with this running thing... before you know it, it will become your life and you'll become that girl that people avoid like the plague at social gatherings.

**Never mind the fact that a psychologist would probably say that my obsession with running is a classic case of displacement or possibly some form of transference. Good thing I only got a C in psych 101 and don't understand any of that jazz.