I am surrounded by people who enjoy running but I have always had a love/hate relationship with the sport. OK…. it’s mostly hate….but I’m trying to be optimistic!
So many of the people in my life are runners. Many of them have offered advice like “just keep at it and eventually you will learn to love it.” That advice is no different than when I tell friends that I don’t like coffee and they say, “you have to doctor it up with lots of cream and sugar. Then you’ll like it.” If you have to work that hard to like something, why bother?
Some people say you should run a race in order to “become motivated,” I scoff at the thought of it. Samantha’s optimistic spin on my negativity is “not everyone can be in the parade….there needs to be people along the street too.”
When I apologize about the fact that I had to walk during an attempt at running, she replies “any time you are moving in a forward motion with one foot in front of the other, you are running.” Her attitude is a refreshing change from the hard core “no pain, no gain” attitude that has kept me from looking at running as anything but the equivalent of a root canal.
Samantha’s attitude is that races are social events. I’m all about social events!! So this past weekend, Samantha, her mom Ruth Anne, and I “ran” a 5K. OK, if you read my post from last week, you’ll know why I say we walked, but we put one foot in front of the other in a forward motion!
And you know what? It felt good to be in the parade, for a change!