My Running Past...and Future?
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Let's begin with a simple fact: I hate running.
I hate it. I think it's the most boring, tedious, uninteresting activity one can engage in. I get bored within four seconds.
It's not like I haven't given it a good shot. I was homsechooled in my youth, and my friends and their families started a running group. We completed a bunch of 5ks and it was fun, because I hadn't yet learned to be self-conscious of my body and I was hanging out with my friends.
I *walked* my first half marathon when I was 12. We trained for months. I did it because my dad wanted someone to do it with. I really hated it. My feet hurt, I got sunburned, and I complained a whole lot.
I went to a private high school, and it turned out that my best friend was a champion track athlete. I'm not sure how, but she convinced me to try out for the track team. Because it was such a small school, they accepted anyone. I attended practices but was humiliated most of the time because a) I was the only overweight one and b) I finished last in every. single. race. My teammates were friendly and supportive enough, but I felt a little ridiculous.
I *ran* my second half marathon when I was fifteen. This time I trained with my best friend and a bunch of other intense runners. She was incredibly supportive. She slowed down her Olympic-sprinting speed so I wouldn't be alone on the course we trained on. She was so proud of me when we were done.
For hating running, I sure have done a lot of it. But I've given running a good shot and it just isn't for me. Sometimes we have to accept that. If you DO like running, more power to ya! It's just not something I dig.