I like the concept of running. I like the results that the process of running produces. I love the euphoria of accomplishment when I'm all done. And I actually don't even mind all the sweating that occurs, because I'm sweating for a purpose. There's just something about it though...I just don't know that I'll ever be able to full out love to do it. But, at the same time, I know I have to do it. Nothing else quite measures up.
I bought new running shoes in the spring, and it made a ton of difference. I was consistently getting out, and I was able to run farther and farther every time. I think I may have even had a few delusional moments when I said I was actually looking forward to getting out to run?! I don't think I had ever run more than 3 or 4 miles in the past, but I started averaging around 5 or 6, and I was so excited when I pushed through and started doing 8 or 9 miles. I don't know what alien life form came and took over my body, but I did it! And then...July came, and...IT. GOT. HOT. And the running routine got flushed down the toilet. **sigh**
Now it's a month later. I realized that the elliptical just wasn't quite cutting it, and I really wanted to punch Jillian Michaels any time I saw her. And so, this week, I've sucked it up, endured the heat, and started running again. Oh yes, and it's official: I still hate running.
There's good news though. I'm apparently not alone. There are other Reluctant Runners out there who aren't terribly thrilled about running...but do it anyway. haha...and I love their introduction video:
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