By Elizabeth Morales

As far back as I can remember, movement has been a prominent part of my life. Whether it was always wanting to play outside as a child or being old enough to join team sports, I’ve always had a desire to move my body. This was fundamental to my upbringing, and little did I know that movement would evolve into one of my best coping mechanisms.

In honor of mental health awareness month, I wanted to share a little bit of my story and how running has helped me cope.

“ I used to be one of those people who felt like running was my therapy, but I have since grown to realize that running is therapeutic, not a substitute for therapy”

I think we can all attest to life being hard sometimes. As a child I dealt with my parents’ divorce and as I grew up, I began to see that life was not always so pleasant. In the seventh grade I decided to try out for the track team. I missed my dad and wanted to find more time with him. I knew if I started running track it would allow me to see him more and provide another way to bond. My dad was a track star in middle school and high school. Running track started out as a way to see my dad often. He picked me up from practice every day and came to every single track meet. He would always get there right as I was warming up for the 100-meter hurdles, an event he also ran as a teenager. He would give me the usual pep talk and meet me at the finish line. Those memories became the kind you cherish for the rest of your life.

In college I played intramural sports as a distraction, and I ran here and there to try to stay in shape. It was in college where I had my first panic attack. At the time I had no idea what it was, I honestly thought I might have been having an asthma attack. I found myself in my first toxic relationship with heavy insecurities and inadequate coping skills.

Fast forward to 2012, the hardest year of my life thus far. I felt like life was trying to keep me down that year. My mother got diagnosed with leukemia, I was going through yet another extremely hard break-up, and my grandfather passed away from cancer. It felt like one thing after the other. I was treading water with the fear of drowning that year. I was not well, and I didn’t know who to turn to.

That was the year I started therapy. Mental health can still be a taboo subject for some people and to be quite honest I felt more scared to walk into that office than to open up and start talking. I remember arriving and sitting in my car contemplating if I should go in or put it in reverse and drive away. I felt like if I needed a therapist then I must be crazy, right? Walking through that door was the catalyst of my growth journey.

Lizzie used running track to form a tighter bond with her dad.

As I started to work on myself in therapy, I started to run more. Being outdoors in nature is a common recommendation, whether it’s running, walking or just sitting outside letting the sun hit your face. For me, I felt liberated doing something for myself. It allowed me to be alone with my thoughts and with every step I felt as if I were moving in the right direction, leaving all the negativity behind. The energy I exerted seemed to keep my anxiety in check. Running gave me hope.

 I used to be one of those people who felt like running was my therapy, but I have since grown to realize that running is therapeutic, not a substitute for therapy. Some of my deepest, most profound thoughts come to me when it’s just me and the monotonous sound of my feet hitting the pavement. Running forces you to stay in the present moment, no phones, no scrolling through social media, just you and the road.

Endurance running came into my life when I turned 30, I wanted to celebrate in a different way and ran my first half marathon. Here we are eight years later, and it has become much more than a hobby, it’s quite a passion of mine. Putting my body through a rigorous training block pushes me to believe in myself and that I am capable of all hard things. This belief bleeds into all aspects of my life, not just running.

If I can push myself physically then I can certainly push myself mentally. Running serves as the ultimate metaphor for life: keep moving forward. It does not matter how fast or how slow you go, so long as you keep putting one foot in front of the other.

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Elizabeth Morales, known in the South Florida running community as Lizzie, has completed 20 half marathons and seven marathons. You can follow her on Instagram through @lizzyontherun.