I want to be a runner.
That's not weird.
The weird thing is that I actually hate running. So far, anyway. It make my knees and lungs ache. It makes me feel like a bit of a dope as I pound the hard pavement 6 feet below my head. But that's exactly what I'm doing.
So why do I run?
I'm still trying to figure out a good answer for that one. The deep desire to "be a runner" is certainly motivating enough right now. I want to be healthy. I want to take advantage of this beautiful spring we're experiencing. Well, I pretend. :)
I'm doing this run/walk program right now, where each week I run more and walk less, and eventually I'll be able to run a marathon or something. Well, maybe not quite.
I'm learning very quickly that running--or any challenge, really--is SO MUCH mind over matter. If I know I have to run a certain number of minutes before I can walk again, my mind prepares my body for that. However, if I start running with no "number of minutes" goal in my head, I can't make it half that distance. It's weird.
I'm hoping to eventually be able to say that I love running. If nothing else in this grand new excursion of mine, I do love my running shoes.