I ran. And not because I was being chased.
That is to say, yesterday, while taking a walk, I decided to try running. It was a very small amount of running but exactly enough for me to remember why I don’t typically do that. The last time I ran on purpose, it was because I was late to first period Geometry and trying to avoid a tardy. These days, I’m more into leisurely activities like reading, competitive Scrabble, and light snacking. But no one was watching and I was wearing a sports bra that was slightly stronger than military grade Kevlar, so I had nothing to lose.
At first, I was scared; I wasn’t accustomed to moving that quickly. Trees and mailboxes were just flying by. Fear turned into exhilaration as I realized that I was doing it – I was running! Wheee! What fun!
I was listening to music in my ear buds which made it seem like I was in a training montage in a movie. Feeling strong and powerful, I had just started looking around for an old car to drag behind me when another feeling surfaced. I call this one burning hell fire. It is characterized by sweat, tears, and of course all the burning. My lungs fully engulfed in flames, I desperately wanted to stop but remembered hearing about something called a “runner’s high.” So I pushed on for a little longer just to see if I could tell the difference between a release of endorphins and imminent death. I cannot.
You’ve seen those stickers that people put on the backs of their cars after they run a race – the ones that say 26.2 or 13.1? If I had one to reflect all of the running that I did yesterday, it would say .01. But, since this is a dramatic increase from all the days before yesterday, I count it as a win.
Running is not and probably never will be my jam. I mean, I will do it again. And if all goes well, again and again and again. And I will hate it every time.
But there are worse things. Worse things than running. Things we do all the time that don’t improve our health even a little.
Things that Suck More than Running
- Taking any number of children to a grocery store for any amount of time.
- Wearing Spanx.
- Enduring the awkward silence when you are one of only two people in an elevator.
- Calling Comcast customer service.
- Shopping at Wal-Mart. With or without children, it honestly doesn’t matter.
- Forgetting to take your phone with you to the bathroom.
- Refrigerator clean out duty.
- Going to restaurants with signs advertising, “Kids Eat Free!”
- Taking a quiz on Facebook and finding out after all this time that your perfect date is pizza.
- Wearing pants.
Aw, Nik. I feel for ya. Not. Why not? Because I just returned from an adventure at 8,000 feet. My lungs were burning trying to tie my shoes. Not to mention the pants thing.
Ok, you win! Hope you had fun hermiting!
So true!