- Rowena Poole | Mental Health Advocate | Guest Writer
- Apr 8
Your mind and your body are connected. They are what make you... you! With this knowledge, it makes sense that they can affect each other. Poor mental decisions may affect you physically. Great physical decisions can help boost your mood. Physical exercise not only keeps your body in shape, but it can also help keep your mind in check too.
By the time I was a sophomore in college, I had been struggling with anxiety and depression for nearly six years. At this point in my life, my depression only spiked once in a blue moon. But it was still there, at a baseline level, every single day. The main struggle I had was trying to find small joys in everyday life. I found myself crestfallen most days, with no real reason. I decided to give running a try. Getting lost in a run helps clear my mind. I can simply drain out the world. All the worries could melt—even if only while moving.
The Struggles With Running
I never considered myself super athletic. I still don’t. But I had been told in my youth that I have an excellent runner’s stride. There was a gym on campus with several treadmills. With my childlike hope, I stepped onto the treadmill, and I ran for the first time in a while. I ran out of breath very quickly, but I knew everybody needed to build up their miles. I tried to stay as hopeful and determined as I could for a long time. But for some reason, something would always go wrong in my body. I seldom ran out of breath anymore. That was something I could deal with. Instead, I was greeted with cramps or nausea. On lucky days, I could run a mile, but it was not something I could do consistently. I felt like a failure—like I couldn’t even do one of the most basic things humans are built for. I tried different tactics and pulled advice from several health professionals. I would fuel up before a run, I would not eat, I would use the bathroom before, I would stretch... but there was nothing that made a constant difference. So did I give up? Of course, I did! Several different times.
Frustration and Defeat
This thing, running, this very simple activity, was supposed to help my mental health. Yet somehow, it only ever made me upset. I was frustrated with myself and angry at my body. I was doing it a favor, yet it never gave me the endorphins I yearned for. I tried again with a new hope for a different result. But the cramps and nausea would be waiting for me like an alligator with its mouth open. I wanted so badly to make it work. I wanted to smack that alligator clean across the face. But how exactly does one even go about that? An alligator is not a creature you can provoke, and getting rid of bodily annoyances is not an easy feat with a simple answer. I felt completely defeated. I was defeated by my own body—for doing something good for it no less! How dare it betray me like this? How dare it fall apart and crumble instead of bearing a slight discomfort for a greater good? So I gave up again. I had an on-again-off-again relationship with running for several years. I wanted so badly to make it work. I wanted to be a runner- to call myself a runner. The fantasy of the title kept the hobby loosely in my grasp.
The Breakthrough
The important thing here is that I never gave up entirely. I never looked at a treadmill with disgust—only desire and a tad bit of jealousy. One day I had finished a strength training workout. I had a nice long stretch. I checked the time. There were still about twenty minutes until I had to be home to get ready for work. I shrugged and decided to give it a whirl. I stepped onto the treadmill and gradually increased my speed. I kept it at five miles per hour—a nice and steady pace. Slow, but quick enough for me to jog. Breathe through your nose, I remembered. I ran a mile. I could not believe the jubilation that was running through my body.
I was cautious going forward. Taking note of everything I had done, I did it again on my next gym day: weights, stretch, nice and easy run. I stayed on the treadmill to keep track of my pace and ensure I wasn’t going too quickly. I find that for me, running on an empty stomach is best. Breathing through your nose helps preserve your breath. I ran another mile. Then I was at three. Motivation kicked in, as it often does following action. I wanted to challenge myself further. Soon enough, I was able to run on solid ground.
My body had finally gotten used to running. All I had to do was start over and slow down. The mental benefits of running? I find myself chipper on the days that I run. I’m smiling now while I’m moving instead of internally scolding myself for not being enough.
Embracing the Journey
It’s never easy to start something new. It’s totally frustrating when you keep trying, and nothing works. But I have learned that it is all about building. Start slow, build tolerance, and never compare your personal progress to anyone else’s. Your journey is yours. The most helpful tool you can take with you is self-compassion. Be patient, stay determined, understand your body, and be kind to it. The mind and body are connected. Listen to what they tell you. New journeys can be long and arduous. When things get tough, remember why you started and keep the end in sight. Keep moving forward; even if you must crawl, continue to move. Don’t ever be afraid to start from the beginning. Trying a new approach is still progress. Every step, even baby steps, brings you forward.
Rowena Poole
Mental Health Advocate | Guest Writer of Moody Melon Magazine
I am a multimedia storyteller with a passion for supporting mental well-being. With a background in animation and creative writing, I use my skills to share meaningful messages that promote understanding and positive change.
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