A lot of my friends have started running races. Like real ones. Where you actually run a rediculous amount of miles.
I'm guessing you know how I feel about that. I am not a runner. The thought makes my nose crinkle in dissatisfaction.
I don't know when or why I became so appalled to running. Its silly. Every once in a great while, I will try to convince myself that it is not that bad. That running would be good for me and would be a great stress reliever. But then I walk outside and think...naw, I'll just walk.
I'm not opposed to excercise in general. I did participate in the MS Bike Ride last summer...which was like 80 miles over two days. I like my eliptical.
Running just exhausts me. Even just watching.
But there's still something inside me that wants to be able to say..."Yeah, I just ran a 5K. No biggie."
2 comments:
OMG I feel the same way. I think if I tried to run I'd make it about a block before feeling like my chest was going to explode. I just don't get running. But... I secretly wish I did get running and LIKED it. I'd be way skinnier.
I have found that I really like running on a treadmill, but not so much outside. I can't figure out what the difference is! It should be more fun to run outside because there is scenery and a breeze, but once I start running I just want to walk. When I'm on the treadmill I can go on forever. Very strange...
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