Wednesday, August 22, 2012


Okay.  I'm still running.  I am not so religious as the C25K program dictates.  I don't always make it 3 times a week but I pretty consistently make at least twice a week.  I am up to running a miraculous 28 minutes at a go.  Who would have ever thought that?  At my age?  God, I am ancient and running 25 minutes 2-3 times a week.  I never did that in my 20s let alone in my ... whatever.  I am signing up to run in a 5 K next month.  E wants to join me.  If nothing else I know I can walk that far.  So far the farthest I have gone in one of my runs is just under 2.5 miles.


Yes, there is a but. 

But I don't love it.  A (virtual) friend of mine started running at about the same time (admittedly I am about 15 years older..god!) and she says she loves it.  But me...don't love it.  I don't want to think about running.  I have to talk myself into it almost every day (it's only 30 minutes; you can do anything for 30 minutes; it's not gonna kill you, etc.).  During the run I am constantly checking to see if I am at halfway; can I turn around? how much farther?, etc.  Okay, afterwards I am always glad I did it.  I am not sure if it is an actual physical 'good feeling' or if it is just mental, knowing I am doing something good for my heart.

What I want to know is: When am I gonna love it?