I was going back and forth on my fatty forums with Sunarie, a delightful user, about if I want to do the half marathon I am registered for. I have 10 weeks to train. Training would start TODAY.
Our conversation went something like this:
Me: 13.1 miles of nothing but running…I hate running. I love cycling and swimming, but for some damn reason I’m determined to make myself a runner.
Her: Is there something about running that makes you want to make yourself a runner?
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her question. What is it about running? Why is it such kryptonite for me? Why am I so determined to be a runner despite hating it? I started to do some reading with Mr. Google to see if any of that rung a bell. It did not.
So, why? Why am I so damn determined to become a runner?
I searched SMF for this to see if maybe I’ve put my finger on it before. Nope. Just a lot of me bitching about actually running, but loving the feeling after.
After much soul searching, here is why I want to make myself a runner:
Because I’m not one.
Because I set out to run a 5k without stopping 3 years ago and to this day, I still take walking breaks.
Because I’ve done actual endurance events, but running still makes me its bitch.
Because I’m sick of feeling defeated. Sick of feeling like I can’t. Sick of feeling held back.
Sick of trying and not doing.
In 10 weeks I will be a runner – like it or not, because I’m running a half marathon.
True story: Half the reason I actually registered for the half marathon was because I was fairly certain/praying/hoping I’d get pregnant and not be able to run it anyway. That’s straight up real talk. Well, I’m not pregnant and we’re not trying; so, I’m lacing up my running shoes. Time to put my money where my mouth is.