Running…I’m laughing to myself as I type the word "running." Running was something I did as a punishment in PE class or on the football team. Running was something I did in high school ROTC with a retired colonel yelling these odd, yet funny, rhythmic cadences in my ear. Running was something my brother hated in high school cross country. I’m pretty sure he daydreamed about the slow death of his coach. Running is a chore, a punishment, a task, a school-age negative experience, right?
I am obviously not the biggest fan of running. What is ironic is the fact that my wife is a running freak. Last year she ran 3 marathons, 6 half marathons, many other shorter races and training runs for a whopping near-1,700 total miles for the year. In addition I’m sure we’ll be making a trip to Boston for a marathon soon. Seriously, I just…don’t… get… running!
This winter I’ve been doing a cycling training plan that includes spinning intervals, weight training, and long rides. On the mornings I do weight training sometimes I finish early. So I began RUNNING…EFFING RUNNING! It started benignly enough…a quick jog around the block, a mile here, turned into two, then three. All of this was unbeknownst to my wife and of course under the cover of darkness. I certainly didn’t want her to see me, critique me, or mock me! I also didn’t want anyone to think I may actually be….