It’s been a battle for years for me. I want to love running. I see people running outside and they look so happy, careless, and make it look so easy. I always wonder if people think that about me when I’m trudging along outside. Instead of being happy or careless, I’m really thinking – Why am I doing this? How has it only been .5 miles? Maybe I can stop after 2 miles. Will that be enough training for the half marathon? My earbuds keep falling out. Oh, running near traffic, better pick it up! I think I’ll walk for .2, .4, maybe I’ll just walk the whole thing. It’s only been .7? Screw this, I need a beer.
My mind doesn’t stop thinking ever, and running is no exception. My husband runs because it’s therapeutic for him. I will never be able to understand how that is possible. It’s the least therapeutic thing I can do. Also, it’s not like I needed another exercise to add to my routine. I do yoga and spinning on the reg, and throw in a few weights every week.
So, you’re probably saying, “Shut up, Kelly. Just stop running.” That would be the easy thing to do. But like I said before, I really want to love running and I keep telling myself that once I get better at it one day something will magically click and I’ll enjoy it. Part of me is starting to think that running is like that guy I once dated. He was super nice and sweet, but I just wasn’t into him. I kept going on dates thinking I’d change my mind, but it never happened.
I think I was drunk when I signed up for the Cap City Half Marathon. If I wasn’t drunk I definitely wasn’t thinking about all that entails. I’ve run a half marathon before. My time was 2:45. No, it wasn’t fast and no I didn’t train well for it. My longest run before the half was 6.5 miles. I hurt my knee during that race and I’ve been dealing with knee pain ever since.
I don’t know why I’m drawn to races. I know I love the energy that comes with a race–I think of them as concerts, except you don’t have to prep for concerts the same way. I love being able to say, “I just ran xx miles” and now I can eat, drink, and wear a medal all day. I love the feeling of accomplishment.
So with all that said, I’m signed up to run 13.1 miles on May 2. My longest run so far has been 4 miles. I’m shooting for 6 this weekend. Pray for me.
What are your tips for making running more enjoyable? Am I just doomed to forever hate it or will something magically happen during a run that makes me fall in love?