I’m fairly new to running. I’ve always considered myself a gym rat: give me weights, the heavier the better. I think I’m drawn to how quickly you can see results, and the crank them out and drop ‘em speed.
Running was never an exciting thing to me. I’ve always been one of those people that wished I enjoyed running, but I didn’t so I didn’t do it. But then one day I did do it, and I liked it and I kept going. Sorry I can’t give you any better advice than to give it a try than that. There was no Forest Gump shaking off his braces moment, I just went one day cause I felt like it, and I haven’t stopped feeling liking it.
Whooha is kindly helping me out with an article I’m working on for FitDay.com, and they sent me their I Run for Myself t-shirt. This is probably the first time something about running has resonated with me.
Some of the reasons that stood out:
Because my friends makes me, or, in my case, boyfriend, who insisted on many occasions that he “teach” me, but promptly left me in the dust. I could only keep up the one time he was in full army gear. That didn’t last long. It was his failed attempt at training for an upcoming ruck march, but soon discovered it’s a terrible way to spend a weekend. I kept up with him the first block or so, though, and was pretty proud.
To be a role model. I don’t consider myself a role model to anyone in the slightest, but because of my job, people are usually curious about my own exercise regimen. People have a weird expectation of me when they find out I’m a fitness writer. Like I should be in the Olympics or something. I am often asked if I run, and until recently my answer would be “Blech, no.” I probably shouldn’t express disdain for something I know to be one of the best things you can do for your body, but, hey, I wasn’t a big fan.
To sweat. There is something so primal about just pushing yourself as hard as you can for as long as you can. Don’t get me wrong, it sucks, but those crazy runners are right: it hurts so good.
Does that make me a runner? Am I one of those…gasp, cardio freaks? Doubtful. I’d still pick iron over pavement any day.
So, why do I run? So I can drink beer at 12:30 in the afternoon.
Look at this outfit! Summer in Seattle. Terrible.