Monday, June 10, 2013
I have never liked to run -- except as a means to an end: run up and down the court, run to first base, run to tackle your friend (or foe). However, since I no longer play basketball three times a week like I did for several years, and my only running "exercise" is loping around the softball field a few times a week, I finally decided that I need to try to convert.
So many of my friends are amazing runners -- marathoners, joggers, social runners. I still can't figure out if/how they can really possibly enjoy it (which it sure seems like they do!) or if they just have a stronger will and/or higher threshold for boredom and screaming muscles (which they likely do). I am trying to find out. I have now run for 7 of the last 8 days (biking at the gym on the non-running day.) NOT long distances for real runners, but a couple miles is plenty long for me at this point. I listen to my music and go around the neighborhood, looking at beautiful homes, nodding at the occasional dog walker...
So far, if I'm being honest, I have not enjoyed a second of the actual running. Though I do feel good working up a sweat, the post-run feeling of accomplishment, and the internal mini-celebration when I get to walk at the end.
Will I ever fully convert to a, "Let's go for a 10-mile trail run this weekend!" kind of guy? Doubtful, but maybe "A five-mile run won't kill me!" kind of guy? There is always hope. I guess.
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