Weekend Revelation

I had an awesome weekend full of plans. There were some partying, a lot of group working, researching, ice skating, and running.

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. 

Somehow I have turned into one of those runners who doesn't feel right without running. I mean knowing me, I will still always dread waking up early in the morning, but I finally understand what it means to be a runner for life.

I even tried out sparkly running pants at the encouragement of a friend. 

So, how about you guys? When did you realize that you were a runner for life?