Since my husband is a runner. And since we know world-class runners. And since it is good for you and a lot of people seem committed to (addicted to?) running… I should be able to be a runner, too. Right?
Evidently not. But I’m okay with it.
You know. Sometimes you try something and it just doesn’t work out.
I had all the equipment I needed. I had the information required. There is really no reason that I couldn’t succeed at running if that is all required. But an important aspect was missing. I think you call it heart. I call it “want to.” It is mindset.
I love body pump at the YMCA. I don’t mind 45 minutes on an elliptical machine (if I have a good book to read). We walk a 3-mile round trip to downtown for dinner as often as we can. But running, I just could not get myself to do.
I worked up to a mile, running at a pretty good pace. Then, I walked. I could have run more, I think. But, I just didn’t want to. I would think to myself, “I will run to the next mailbox.” Then, I would tell myself, “Nah. It’s fine to walk.”
Runner’s high? Never happened for me….but maybe you have to push yourself to get that reward. I guess I will never know. Sigh (again).
I thought that I could psyche myself up by telling myself that if I kept running, I would get done quicker. Even that didn’t help. I did have a bit of “that wasn’t so bad” at the end of my first (and only) 5K, but it wasn’t enough to motivate me to run again.
This really is a puzzle to me. Interesting mindset ponder fodder.
But there are too many things I enjoy accomplishing to waste time stressing about this running thing that I just don’t care to do.
Keeping fit. Staying strong. Holding off old age as long as possible. There are other ways to do it. And do them, I will.
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