Alternate post title â€“ I am going to try running again
Over the weekend, the weather was pretty nice.Â And by pretty nice, I mean above freezing (almost to double digits) and sunny.Â So the runners all came out.
I had no idea that there were so many runners and running groups in my neighbourhood but it seemed like they all poured out of their homes this weekend and started running down the street.
So I have decided that I am going to start running too.
To me, runners are so effing resilient.Â They seem to be able to keep moving in the face of anything.Â Literally, I have seen runners on my street running during snowstorms, frozen sidewalks and heat waves and I love that.Â To me, it has to be more than the intestinal fortitude of the runner that drives them to do that, it has to be the love of the run.
I want to have that kind of drive.Â That love of the run.
I have run before* and it is something that I enjoy doing when I do it.Â The problem with me is, I get bored, or hot, or tired and just stop running, especially if I donâ€™t have some sort of end point or goal in mind.Â At one time, I said I was going to run a half marathon or something along those lines, you know do a couch to 5k kind of thing, but then I couldnâ€™t keep the training up because my heart really wasnâ€™t into running a marathon.
I really want to do one of those dirty obstacle course things, like a mud run or foam run or something, but we donâ€™t really have any of those around here.Â If we did, I would totally be all up on that.Â The idea of doing something outrageously fun while exercising, is usually what drives me.
I know that I could run for the betterment of my health, but that idea never lasts long.**Â Running is something that I need to do to get somewhere or accomplish something.
I can never just run for the sake of running.
So this time my end goal is to run until I find that love of the run.Â Figure out what exactly it is that drives the crazy runners to keep running.
Hopefully that works for me.
*I usually start 6 weeks before Caribana, when I am in a mad panic because my body is nowhere near ready to be parading around in a teeny swimsuit in front of a million or so people and then I stop the day after the parade.
**it usually gets derailed by chocolate cake or a deep fried chocolate bar.