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….
