Let's face it - I'll NEVER be a spokesperson for running. I hate it. My legs, hair, arms, teeth and eyeballs hate it too. If my organs could talk, I feel sure they would tell running to go to hell. Just saying.
But I'm still running....some days I honestly don't know WHY, but I am. I think I'm pretty much as good as I'll ever get. I have to face the fact that I probably won't ever run farther than a mile before pooping out. I'm ok with that. Ok, that's a lie - I'd like to be able to run at least 2 miles before falling over. Ok fine - I'll settle for the one mile if I can just look like running is the easiest thing in the world to everyone else and make them extremely jealous. Is that too much to ask?
It's all about intervals. Here I've been beating myself up because I couldn't run for this or that distance while all my running friends are like "Just finished a 10 miler" or something absolutely CRAZY like that. I'll be honest - I totally hated their guts when I read that shit. Then one day one of my runpals mentions that she changed up her intervals and that's how she was able to run that distance - "What the hey???" Yeap, she runs for a certain length of time and then walks a certain length of time. HOLY SHIT BATMAN! I thought that was cheating......but the more I read Runner's World, the more I learn that apparently A LOT of runners do this.
I'm on that bandwagon 100% baby. Now that I know that it's ok to take a break, to walk and breathe again before passing out, I am on a mission. Hell, maybe I'll be able to run 3 miles before collapsing onto the ground. Wouldn't that be something?
