I tried to become a runner in November. Well, for like a week. And then I lost interest, or something.
But then in June, I gave it a real try.
I downloaded an app, I BOUGHT NEW SNEAKERS (the first sneakers I’d bought since I was pregnant with D back in 2010), and I made a running playlist (heavy on Hilary Duff tunes). I had a hashtag!
I ran alone in the (massive) wooded park behind our house, and worried a lot that a rapist was about to jump out of the bushes and nab me. I also worried a deer would surprise me or that a bear would eat me. I’m not sure which had the better chance of happening, but they all freaked me out.
I actually saw progress, too. Twenty-five minutes of running seemed impossible at the beginning, but then I was doing 28, and then 30. I could see the potential to slowly, slowly get better at it.
And then … I stopped.
Part of it was the elements. I hated the way my hair frizzed up in the rain. I hated running in the sun. I hated running when it was hot. I certainly couldn’t fathom running in the snow or ice.
Part of it was also being concerned about my safety, since I was usually running in secluded areas (and always alone).
But a big part of it was that I found a different form of exercise that I liked way better …
… and I’ve actually stuck with this one! …
… stay tuned for more! 🙂