Whereas other ladies might go out with strapping guys, or on dates with intellectual men, or get romantically involved with sexy boys, it seems that I have developped a rather serious relationship with running.
Or so it seems.
So maybe running isn’t going to buy me flowers for Valentine’s Day. And maybe running isn’t going to take me out for a nice dinner. But Running and I spend a lot of time together. Running takes me places. Running treats me well, makes me feel strong and thinks I look hot in spandex. I had thought that Running wasn’t such a bad boyfriend.
But then I missed my period.
(Time out: Was that too much information to share on this polite running blog?)
Running, I didn’t know you were going to be a jerk like that.
Seriously though, I haven’t missed a period since I was a 17-year old, stressed out, overweight exchange student. And that had more to do with excessive and sudden weight gain and emotional stress than anything else (it certainly wasn’t exercise induced). Since then, there have been a few times I’ve been late, but generally, my cycle has been stable, somewhat annoying, and always regular. When Running and I first started seeing each other it wasn’t serious. But now we’re hanging out 60 miles a week. And then POOF. Just like that. No period! I am knocked up and I have only running to blame.
So apparently you can out run certain things in life, because I have out run my period.