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The First Step

They say the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem.

Hi, my name is Katie and I am a runner.

I think I have a problem. I have become addicted to running. Now, I never thought this would actually happen to me. I figured I was just too slow to be one of those people who actually "needed" to run. I haven't even run for very long. But, here I am realizing that I may be addicted to running. And the only reason that I think this is because I have withdrawal symptoms.

I have been totally off of running for 2 weeks now and I still have 4 more weeks to go in my air cast before the Dr. gives me the OK to try to run again. Darn stress fracture! I am still working out; biking, learning to enjoy the elliptical. But, it is just not the same as running.

When I get to the gym in the morning, and walk past the treadmills, I look wistfully at the people running on them. I try to guess how fast they are going and I try to peek at the console to see how many miles they ran. (Weird, I know) I find myself gravitating to conversations about running. If you can't do it, you might as well talk about it right? And of course, I have the other classic withdrawal symptoms:I get more agitated more quickly, my patience level is just not what it is while I am running, I sleep longer and am prone to lots of mood swings.

A few days ago I looked at my husband and said, "I think I am depressed." He asked me when these feelings started and I replied "Right around Christmas." He said, "Katie, that is when you had to stop running because of your leg." He then proceeded to remind me how happy I was when I was running. How I was less stressed and enjoyed everything so much more.

OK, so maybe I am addicted to running . . .

Is there a 12 step program for runners? ;-)


  1. Hi, Katie!

    *standing and proceeding to front of room*

    My name is Lynn. I am a runner.

    I stopped running around Halloween due to a severe sinus infection - a person cannot run if they cannot breathe effectively.

    I miss running. I am now plagued by what appear to be sinus allergy symptoms. *sad face* Going to try some OTC allergy meds so I can start running again.

    My PMS was much easier to deal with when I was running. My mood swings were not as "dramatic". I *need* to run... and SOON!

  2. You need help?

    Step #1 Stay away from other runners - culprit #1 RF - stay very far away.

  3. The runner high is just too much to resist isnt it? Thats why Im never even going to try running.....I dont want to become some sicko addict like you:D hahaha Ill continue to use my car to get places;)

  4. Runners addiction is the weirdest thing. I didn't believe existed until I started running. Now all I think about is when will I be able to get my next run in.

    Thanks alot! I blame YOU!

    Here's to hoping you get back out there very soon!

  5. Maurisa- I am going to be like a "pusher" . . . you know know you need to run that half-marathon in June!! You can run it with me! I probably will not even be running the whole thing. Between my current injury and, who knows I could be pregnant by June!, I will be taking it easy!

  6. I'm no help seeing as how I have an aversion to running!


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