Out of everything I did, the most exciting thing that happend was that I came out of the closet about loving running.
I always thought that I disliked running. I mean yeah, I have a running blog and I run races, but I never thought that I enjoyed the actual act of training. I mainly ran because I can't swim, and I dislike biking with a passion.
I admit, I do love racing and crossing the finish line, but then again, who doesn't love crossing the finish line?
But this Saturday, as I painstakingly got up at 7AM to do my long run of 8 miles, which in college speak is equivalent to 4AM normal people time, I realized that I was actually enjoying the run. The roads were empty, except a few walk of shamers, and it felt good to just put one foot in front of the other. Gasp! I actually enjoyed getting out on the road and running lots of miles (relatively speaking, I consider 8 miles lots of miles).
This must be what the Grinch felt after his big revelation,"Christmas perhaps means a little bit more."
|I even ran into this Irish wolfhound. The picture's super blurry because she kept on moving.|
|I even tried out sparkly running pants at the encouragement of a friend.|