I have never had weight issues, I don't emotionally eat and rarely eat to entertain myself when I get bored so I am not sure what that is like. I do know that a lot of women have that problem and so when they start working out they expect to see results and don't right away then get discouraged and eat. (I have had three conversations about that this week with about five different people...odd.) Anyway, I do, however, have a tendency to stress out and become quite anxious to where my mind gets all clouded and thoughts race. Exercise is my anti anxiety drug. When I run, I usually run on the same trail, it is very hilly and looks out over a valley to the mountains. It is beautiful. I have to say, I am spoiled when it comes to the scenery around here. I listen to the same music selection, which is different for outside running then when working out in the gym. (Outside music is more mellow and inspiring, inside sounds like a Eurotrash club, to each their own). My usual run: I cross the street, get on a wide dirt/gravelish trail and run straight downhill and the view is always spectacular. It always takes my breath away. Within three minutes my head clears and the stress of all the sick, traveling husband, and just day to day life with three small kids just comes into perspective.
I like to run about four miles anything less and I don't feel like I got too much done mentally, anything more and I had better cycle the next day because my hip will hurt. (Cycling is very good for hips according to my ortho doc.) I like to run at sunrise or sunset. Sunrise smells different than sunset, more like wet grass. It's a little more damp, the mountains are clearer, I run faster. Sunset is beautiful and smells like campfire, but there is usually a haze, and my legs are more tired so what is usually a 9 minute mile becomes a 9:30 minute mile. That is, unless, I am out later than usual and the bats are looking for bugs, then I run about a 8:45 mile. Not a fan of flying rodents near my head.
I love to swim and ride my bike and will post about them, but something about running can clear my head like nothing else, not overeating, not a big margarita, not a good book.
I ran track my senior year in high school, but I did the 100m hurdles not distance. It wasn't until the boy was born that I started running. I was so very slow. (Not that I am fast now, but that is a goal for this winter...interval training to pick up speed, easily done on a treadmill.) Plus when you first start to run it hurts. Bad. Its was hard to breathe, my legs hurt, my pelvis hurt, but I just kept running.
My times swimming and on the bike are so much better than my run times when I did my triathlon and during all this training. My body says it would prefer to do other things, but my mind says that I am a runner. So I run.
Here are two pictures from my run last night. I take pictures during my runs quite a lot, thats that thing about a run, its all yours you can do what you want.