Love and running: cardio is no coincidence

They say many runners are born from a broken heart.
And I don't know if that's true, but there are things that are suspiciously frequent:

Suddenly someone starts running every day: newly single.
They sign up for a race right after being told: "it's not you, it's me."
They start uploading photos of their shoes, their training, their early mornings... just when couple photos disappear.

I'm just saying we should start calling this by its name: cardiotherapy.

Because yes, running heals. It heals because there's something in the movement that releases what hurts.

Because there's no better exorcism than a long run listening to sad music, with sweat mixed with tears (even if we say it was due to humidity).
Because running distracts you, but it also makes you confront yourself. And when there's no one to talk to, the body speaks for itself.

But also... it must be said: running has been the victim of much emotional irresponsibility.
It's not fair that this beautiful activity has to bear the crisis of all broken hearts.
It's not fair that the tracks are full of people who just want to run away (and not precisely to improve their VO2 max).
And it's not fair that, in the middle of a race, you fall in love with someone just because they offered you water and said "you can do it" with an angelic voice.

If you're going to enter the world of running out of spite, at least respect the codes.
Don't mess with those who train seriously.

Don't confuse being out of breath with butterflies in your stomach.
And above all: if you don't want anything serious, don't say you're going to accompany the other person in their reps.

And well, since we're talking about love and running, there are also those scenes we've all experienced:

You join a running team looking for love... and everyone on the team is married. And faithful. And with three children. And you're there, with new shorts and an open heart.

You plan to run with your crush thinking it's a date... and when you arrive, there are eight more people. You with your best outfit, double deodorant, and your emotional playlist ready. Spoiler: there were only fartleks.

You finally run at the same pace as your crush... but you're so out of breath that you can't even say "hello." You just breathe as if you're being exorcised. And he/she thinks you're mad. No, dear, I'm just dying.

You get excited about someone who says they like to go slow... and you had already noticed it on Strava. Spoiler: they were talking about life, not pace. You dreaming of long runs. He with conversations once a month.

You fall in love because someone gave you water at kilometer 18. You saw it as a sign. He was just a volunteer. You were already texting your friends: "I think I found him."

Running is good love. Even if it sometimes starts with spite, it becomes a way to love yourself beautifully, to rebuild yourself, to return to yourself. And yes, it can also lead you to love someone else. Or at least, to a very good story to tell on a blog on a Thursday.

Now, the million-dollar question:
Is running a trend or is there a lack of emotional responsibility?

The truth: both. And they're signing up for Sunday's 10K.