If you were to ask me before yesterday why I choose to run, I wouldn’t have had an answer for you. I like to think I enjoy running, but to be honest 75% of the time I am running I hate it. I hate the way my legs feel, I hate how I loose my breath, and I hate being slow. I finally discovered yesterday the reasons why I run: I like the way it transforms my body, I like the challenge it presents, I like doing something most people wont do, and I like being able to eat mounds of spaghetti and wash it down with a fat piece of cake. For these reasons, I will continue running.
Yesterday Manfriend and I went for a five mile road run. I have run three miles, I have run four miles, I have even run five miles..but never outside. You’d think running five miles on the dreadmill would be worse than five miles outside, but yesterday proved that to be wrong. I am not the type of person that can zone out and be one with nature while running, I need my music. Leaving my jams at home to try and be present in the run was a terrible rotten idea.
The distance between his house and mine is 6.6 miles. A one mile walk to warm up, five miles to run, and .6 miles to cool down. If I told you this was an enjoyable run I would be lying to you. I wanted to die halfway through..I might have even cried..maybe…don’t tell anyone I told you that. I don’t know why I was in my head so much, but those miles couldn’t end fast enough. Manfriend was nothing but supportive in convincing me the road was like a rodent wheel and I was the hamster on crack that runs obsessively. I once had a gerbil that would run on her wheel when I was trying to sleep. Gerbils are not nocturnal like hamsters, so I could never figure out why she was up at night when she was supposed to be sleeping. Owell, I digress.
I have decided to sign up for a 10k in March, so this was a good training distance to be prepared for that. The ending two miles felt so much better than the first three, if I could just figure out how to get started in my run I know I would enjoy it so much more. Anyway, back to the main subject of this post. I ran that five miles because I knew I had rewards waiting for me when I finished. The meal of the night was white bean burgers, with broccoli, carrots, onion, and garlic stuffed in them.
Manfriend suggested we use white beans and throw broccoli and carrots in the mix for a nice color/photo. Such a little foodie. The chili powder died the beans a brownish color, but the broccoli still POPS!
I swoon for cake. I drool for cake. I run for cake.
I love spin class, I love hiking, I love swimming, and I even love walking. I love them because they are easier for me than running. I can spin my life away on a bike and walk away with a sweaty back and a pep in my step, but running is something I work for. This is what makes it desirable to me, and this is why I continue to pound pavement so I can wake up the next day feeling accomplished.
Q: If you run, what keeps you going?