As I previously mentioned, I am trying to love to run. I have joined a running clinic and due to travel and ice and quite frankly, not liking it or being good at it, I have only been out for a few runs. Today I joined the clinic for our Thursday morning 8 km and all I can say is
holy moly jiggly wiggly back of the bus
I hung back from the group- not because I am modest or cool or even a tortoise rather than a hare. Hello. I have been on my squishy tushy for 10 days.
During the run, I felt every Red Stripe, bammy, festival, lobster, saucy sauce, goopy soup, birthday cake and glass of red, glass of white.
Interestingly, while I was away I got constant emails from our not an ounce of body fat running coach saying “THIS WEEKEND YOU ARE DOING AN 9KM RUN”
no actually I am sitting on my butt
or “TODAY HILL TRAINING WITH COMBINED INTERVAL SPRINTS”
no actually, butt expansion training with combined interval chips, dip and cold beer
A challenge is doing something you like well. A super challenge is doing something you hate well.
Is there anyone who can tell me when I am going to come to love running?
Or is the trick that no one actually loves it but that they love how they feel when it is OVER?