I took up running a year and a half ago, and it has been a love and hate relationship. I go through times when I like to run a lot, and I go through times when I dread it with ever fiber of my being. But lately I’ve being running again, fairly regularly, and I find myself enjoying it, and dreading this rainy weather when I can’t run.
I remember when I first started running and I told Doug I was doing couch 2 5k. I said “I’m not going to do an actual 5 k. It’s just an app.” And he looked at me and said “you are going to run a 5k. I know you.” And I said, “no, I’m not.”
I watched my friends, who started running afer I did, run 5ks. And I was proud of them. And I little envious. My friend Jennifer invited a bunch of bloggers to a run a charity race, for the Red Cross. It is hard to for me to say no to charity.
When I told Doug he said “I’m just surprised it took you this long.” Gloat much?
My first race is the red run. I don’t have a time goal. I’m just hoping I can the run the whole thing and I don’t fall on my face. I don’t want to look like an idiot. I’m so commited to this I went for a run in the freezing cold rain yesterday, cursing the fact that we don’t own a treadmill.
Anybody want to do it with me?
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