I’m not a runner, but sometimes I pretend to be
I have friends who absolutely love doing cardio. They run, or bike, or take aerobic classes, or stair step, or hula hoop for hours on end.
I don’t get them.
Don’t get me wrong. I am a little bit of a gym rat, which means I go two or three times a week (on a good week). Only when I go? Cardio gets the shaft. I warm up for 10, sometimes 15 minutes on the treadmill and that is it. I guess I’m just more of a weights and machines type of gal.
Sometimes though, I get a little crazy and think that running sounds fun.
Kind of like how I always try orange juice at breakfast. I keep thinking that one day I will actually like it. Then I remember that without vodka or champagne in it, it’s just acidic and sour.
The same thing happens with running. I see other people running and think “hey, I should really give running another shot” only to end up sweaty, out of breath and with shinsplints. In other words, feeling acidic and sour.
A few weeks ago, Utah took a break from pretending like it’s still January long enough to have one sunny beautiful day. Driving home I passed a dozen or so runners. Of course I took that as a sign that I too should go for a run.
To be honest, it was a fairly nice little jog. When I finished, I figured I was good on the running front for another month or two.
The next day ED invited me to run in a 5K with him.
Eff!
So much for my sampling and discarding routine. Now I actually have to…try. Of course I could have said no, but ED assured me I had two weeks to train and that’s plenty of time to prepare to run three miles.
Yeah…
The race is now in five days and I’ve ran three time (including last night). None of which were for a full three miles at a time.
I feel like such a fitness failure.
Maybe I’ll just buy some snazzy, overpriced running clothes so I look the part. That way I can fake an injury and hobble across the finish line and no one would be the wiser that I am actually not a runner. Then, when they ask if there is anything they can get me, I’ll tell them orange juice.
Blogfully yours,
Summer
I’m not a runner, but I sure do love to run. I do 6 miles a couple times a week, and I’m always amazed at how great I feel afterword. Getting there, though, is always a challenge.