And So I Ran....

Let's get something straight -- I HATE Running!

Well, I thought I did. When I was younger and under the fine tutilage of elementary and high school educators, physical education class was the class I most disliked -- even hated. My anxiety would build-up all day long knowing that they would "make" me run! I so hated running, or so I thought.

Upon my weightloss journey this time around, I have been frequenting the gym more often, but not to run! I go to work, sweat, breathe heavier, swim -- you know, all the things one should do while at the gym. I watch all thy "skinny" girls run, run, and run some more all the while thinkning, they are awfully pretty to be running inside this stuffy gym, they should go outside. Never have I felt inclined to run.

Today however, there must have been something in the air. I arrived at the gym thinking, "hmm, I wonder how long it would take me to run a mile.." I am still not sure what I was thinking, but before I knew it I was the one running on the treadmill pounding out miles! I even actually think I enjoyed it.

I never did understand the enjoyment that people achieved from running. I have family members that love to run! My new uncle is running marathons all over the country this year. My friends just finished a half-marathon in Nashville, and more and more friends are running and doing marathons. Running must be the new shopping or something.

So, as I ran today and felt amazing and sweat drenched afterwards, I felt rather fulfilled. I set out to run a mile and exceeded my goal by way more than that. I can almost bet you I have not run that far in over 5 years -- I can still do it! Yay Me! When I was done I even got to thinking how fun even a half marathon could possibly be. (On a day when I let myself out of the house in shorts, because I have yet to see a marathon runner in pants...) Maybe someday....one can dream.

And then I congratulated myself that evening with Dairy Queen -- won't the scale love that...