Every spring I think I am going to be a runner. I'm sure we've talked about this before. Remember the story of how when I was in college I announced I would be running a 5K and on the day I was going to quit, I got the paper where my dad had written how proud he was of me for being a runner? Remember that?
So . . . I ponder training so that I can spend the summer running 5Ks and impressing my friends and family. And . . . then I get out there and I remember I don't really like running.
Last year I did the training on my treadmill, ran a 5K on my treadmill, and quit the day after.
I am a faithful exerciser, you know that. Weights, Pilates, yoga, tae bo, low impact, high impact, step, Zumba, dance, walking -- I've done it and survived. What is it about running that defeats me?
I'm not in a mood to be defeated right now. I have cleaned the Christmas decorations off the treadmill and am back in action.
Let's not get our hopes up, but I have made it that far.