Here’s the thing y’all. I hate running. Like, I mean if I had to run for my life, I am pretty sure I could get down with that. But running for leisure? For sport? Hate it.
I’ve talked about this before. This hatred of using my legs to move only slightly faster than walking pace (debatable), yet I can’t let myself move on. I have to beat this. I have to force my body into submission to this superior form of exercise. Ugh.
And then here’s me:
*mike curato (I think?)
As you can tell, I’m not what they would call a “runner’s runner” (channeling Chris Farley here). My nickname in High School was “husky”. It was affectionately bestowed upon me in truth and humor and I can own that husk. But these days? I am insanely competitive with myself and I can’t stand it when my body and or soul tells me I can’t do something. I don’t accept it.
I had a dismal first 5k experience in 2007 and another one that was only slightly better a year or two later. Since then I’ve been on a steady diet of having babies, working out on the elliptical and running on three, no four different occasions. Oh and countless visits to the donut shop.
We like donuts ok?
Except there is this nagging in the back of my mind saying RUN FORREST!!! RUN! And while for a minute all I am thinking about is chocolate, I know what it really means.
I can’t let this go. WHYYYYY can’t I let it go!?
So I’ve secretly been planning on a few local 5ks this year and I don’t know…maybe I am considering a half-marathon in 2014?
We’ll see. I don’t know why I hate running so much. It’s basically the cheapest sport you can choose. I mean sure shoes can get pricey, but you have to use those bad boys in order for them to wear out. And I don’t mean in that look at me in my workout gear at Trader Joe’s buying kale kind of way. It’s sortof more like OMG when did a four minute song take 20 minutes to play? I might die before this song ever ends!
So yeah. I’m totally stoked to start running again! Weee!
Who’s with me?