I have been a runner for pretty much my whole life. One of my earliest ‘sporting’ memories is having to make the choice between a blossoming (ha ha) ballet career or Little Athletics. They were both on Saturday mornings you see, one had to go.
As a teenager I did cross country and athletics at school and once I got to Uni, triathlon came into the picture. So still I ran, albeit with a bit of cycling and swimming thrown in for good measure. Once my triathlon days were done I returned to running because, y’know, it’s what I do. I ran my first marathon in Sydney and half way through a great big smile broke across my face “Holy cow, I am actually running a marathon! I’ve wanted to do one of these things for AGES”.
Nowadays I run for exercise and for my sanity. And for the sanity of those around me. Just ask Mr X what kind of day he had yesterday because I didn’t go for my planned run. Is ‘angsty’ a word? I am pretty sure it’s not but it accurately sums up my mood on any day where I am supposed to do a run but don’t.
Now I know what you’re all thinking right now. You’re thinking “this is a nice story Kelly but where are you going with this?”
Well I just wanted to paint a picture for you because seriously, if there is anyone who ‘loves to run’ it’s me right? After all, I have been doing it by choice my whole life.
Sadly though, the secret lie of running is this. For the most part, it is actually not ‘fun’ at all.
Oh sure, you get those wonderful days where the sun is shining and your legs feel amazing and the whole thing is effortless. Or you find yourself on a beautiful soft trail up in the hills where the air is crisp and sweet. Or you run with a friend and have such an amazing chat that you don’t even notice the kilometres flying by and before you know it you’re done. But gosh those days are passingly rare.
The truth is, unless you’re a Kenyan marathoner, it’s HARD WORK moving your body forward on your own two feet at speed. Do you think running is hard because you’re unfit or you’re overweight or … whatever? Nope, running is just hard. Period.
So for those of us who run, why do we do it?
For one simple reason:
Because nothing, NOTHING feels as good as having been for a run.
Trust me on that one
Do you run?
Do you agree with me?! Or not?! Share your thoughts in the comments!