Yes, you read that correctly! Now before you spit your coffee out onto the computer screen or get prepared to leave crazy comments, let me explain.
You may remember my thoughts about the Crazy Runner who once ran a 50-mile ultra marathon and had a goal to run a 135 mile race in Death Valley…in July. I went on to talk about her encouraging me to start running and ultimately work up to doing a 10k and then 10 miles. I told you guys how I hated running and many of you actually backed me up in saying that I was too fat to run!
Then, that same crazy runner challenged me to a 100 push ups challenge. We were to start training at the same time and the first person to be able to do a set of 100 straight push ups would win. We didn’t get a chance to finish because she suffered a back injury and I was dealing with impingement syndrome in my right shoulder and rotator cuff tendonitis in both! If I lost that challenge (we actually plan to pick it back up this year), I would have to run a 10k with her.
I have no idea why I agreed to this. I guess I just wanted to share her passion for running with everyone, and also I could really use her help with the business (that was part of the deal).
Fat Guy Running!
Once I hurt my shoulders the only thing that I could do was run. So I went from running about a mile total as part of my warm-up and cool down, to considering a 5k (3.1 miles) to be a “short run“.
In fact, if you’ve been following my posts for a while then you may remember that I ran 6.23 miles (slightly more than a 10k) back in the summer around my neighborhood!
Before the temperature dropped below freezing I was probably running 2 or 3 days a week. In fact, it has become a regular part of my workout routine (when it is warm enough).
So all of that would make you think that I love running and am, in fact, a runner. However, I still don’t like running. I think it takes far too long, it’s boring, and when I’m out there it seems pointless (and like it will never end).
What I like about running is the feeling of accomplishment that I get when I’m done. I love the fact that I can do something that I haven’t been able to do in almost 20 years. When I run, I rarely stop because I’m too tired to keep going, it’s usually because I have run out of time! I wonder how far I can actually run if I go out there fresh (I always run after 1 or 2 hours of working out), with unlimited time.
I feel amazing when the run is over and I see how far I went. However, while I am running there is only a small amount of enjoyment. So since I am only running because I can, and not because I actually enjoy it, am I a runner?
I have no desire to ever be in a race (except for the Color Run that I’m doing with Sherrian and Kelly), and I definitely don’t plan to spend any money on gear that will help me to run. The only thing I like is knowing that I can actually do it. It’s not a fun event, I find all conversations about running to be empty (unless it’s a friend who is passionate), and my body does not feel good afterwards (no “runner’s high” for me)!
So…does the fact that I run a few days a week make me a runner, or does my lack of passion and enjoyment disqualify me from using that term? Let me know in the comments section below…
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