Something has happened over the past few months.
I’ve become a runner.
All my life, I thought I wasn’t one – and I even told myself that I wasn’t one… but if I’m being completely honest, I’ve grown to enjoy putting one foot in front of the other over and over and over again.
How have I become a runner? It’s mostly thanks to the Get Running app on my phone. When I want to go for a run, I load up the app, click on the Run button, and a kind English lady walks (runs?) me through what I need to do. She gives me updates on my timing, and tells me when to take a break, or just finish up with some stretching. She’s lovely.
As much as the app has been helpful, I am going to take some credit for doing this. Any time that I have tried to run before, I’ve always found a way to quit before I got good at it. I told myself that I couldn’t run, or wasn’t a long-distance runner… Fact of the matter is: I just didn’t like running. My brain was really good at coming up with excuses for not running. It even tried to trick me into thinking that I was bored while scooting along the treadmill (I wasn’t). It was really easy to think of reasons not to run, so now I’m trying to think of reasons why I shouldn’t be running. Luckily, there’s a great post on Greatist.com that thinks of good reasons to keep running for me. I even ran while on vacation, often the only one in the gym at the resort. As it turns out, I quite enjoy running!
I’m also signed up for a 5k in May, so that’s a pretty solid reason for being good at running.
See you at the gym?