I’m training for my first 5k and duh it’s hard. Not just because omg-running, but also because it’s a new chapter in the book of My Relationship with My Body. It’s weird, sometimes it’s sore, sometimes it feels empowering and awesome, but overall there’s just a lot of feelings all over the place.
Reframing has been a major part of my road to happiness. It doesn’t matter if I’m slow. I got up on Monday morning and ran a mile by 7:15 AM, and that’s amazing. When I first saw this picture, I saw it as, “oh god, I look like such a dork, that’ll never go on Broadist!” But here it is. Reframed, I see a big smile and the rush of friends, doggies running in the woods, and endorphins. I also saw a picture of my dad taken the same day, 400+ miles away, making the same face, wearing basically the same colors/outfit.
You don’t have to take things as they are. It might be momentarily uncomfortable, but feel around in the darkness of your insides and find a slightly more accepting way of looking at what’s around you. Maybe I’ll think of it as a hug-shaped frame. It might be cheesy, but so are nachos and I fucking love those.