Running
Man, I really love running. I had no idea I’d love it so much. In the beginning I really did not love it, but I loved how I felt afterward, so high on the accomplishment and so loose and relaxed in my body. Those feelings were enough to make me forget that I didn’t like the actual running part…until I was doing it again, and by then it was too late.
These days I love it all around. I run on my lunch break at work and during the afternoons afterward (like today), I feel like I’m sitting here and gently glowing with my happy contentedness over the whole thing.
I’m doing the Couch to 5k program and I’m midway through Week 4 (even though I’ve been running for probably two months now — I don’t always get to run as often as I want and I tend to run four times per “week” instead of just three, which stretches things out a bit) , which means that I run for three and five minute intervals. It makes me feel pretty proud to write that and it makes me feel prouder to know that next week, when I’ll be running for five, eight and then twenty minute intervals, I’ll be able to do that too.
Never thought I’d be a runner. Never in my wildest dreams.