I'm not really a runner. I've tried it a few times in the past and it just hasn't worked for me. I've never had a runner's high. I've never been able to sustain long periods of running. A few minutes maybe, and then some walking, followed by a few more minutes, and so on. I've always quit before I was able to build up to a good solid running time.
The husband likes it. Or at least he used to. And I have a few friends who are marathon runners. The last time I tried to start running regularly, I quit soon after because I found out that I was pregnant with the Girl. So it's been a few years.
Last year, when I was through with my surgery and cancer treatment and things had sort of settled down, I got back in the habit of going to the gym. It's been awesome. I get an hour of total alone time- just me and the iPod shuffle- and I work out. Weights mostly. I've been able to feel myself getting stronger. It's a great feeling.
What's not so great is that the weight isn't really coming off. Since having my thyroid removed I've put on, easily, ten pounds. I finally came to the conclusion that weights alone will not help and that I have to add some cardio to the mix. It's not my favorite thing, but I've realized that it needs to be done. Running seems to be the easiest thing to add right now.
And, if I'm really being honest, my diet could use some adjusting too. It's not terrible, but it includes more cheese and french fries than it should. I find the diet tricky these days, being a vegetarian living with two meat & potatoes guys and a toddler. It's hard to find foods that all four of us agree on, so menu choices feel sadly diminished. Although, it's probably not worth worrying about too much until I get this running thing established.
I referred to myself the other day as a reluctant runner. The husband said, 'So that would make your favorite thing about running, stopping?' And it's true. At least it is right now. No matter. I'm sure I'll be as bad-ass as Franka Potente in no time.