Happy Friday, everyone!
I hope you’re enjoying the glorious weather and gearing up for a fantastic weekend. I’m feeling guilty because tomorrow I will break a promise. About two months ago during a workout shoot I told Sonya and Steve Cannon I would run the Dam to Dam 5k. I’m not. Sonya is doing the 20k, Steve is in the midst of running forty marathons in forty days and I couldn’t even push myself to train for a 5k. Pitiful.
Here’s the thing. I HATE RUNNING!!! For years and years and years and years I have tried to force myself to take up running. I never stick with it because I despise it so much. My knees hurt, I can’t breathe, I’m bored, I feel like I’m lumbering along like a rhinoceros among the people who bound along like gazelles … I could make a very long list of the things I hate about running.
I even hated running as a kid. I’m not talking about playing tag or running around the park – I’m talking about field days. While many of my classmates were counting down the weeks until they could take to the track, I felt a building sense of unease. By the time the day actually rolled around I usually felt like throwing up on myself. I have always been awful at everything related to track and field. I’m slow. I don’t have much in the way of endurance. I’m not coordinated enough to get over a hurdle. I’m not strong enough to throw a shot put. My distance in the long jump was laughable. You get the idea. I did really well at goofy, team-inspired things like the three-legged race – that’s about it.
Anyway – I feel terrible about breaking my promise to Sonya and Steve (and our viewers), but I am not going to sign up to run anything any time soon. I’ve decided it’s just not for me.
To those of you running this weekend – good luck! I hope it is FUN for you. Life is too short to do things you hate.