I feel like I’m the only person on the planet who isn’t excited about running.
Seriously, half the people I know are running half marathons.
I’m a band wagon jumper so I figured, hey! I obviously need to be part of the in crowd. Everyone’s doing it. And, after all, my dad was ranked 53rd in the nation when he ran cross country in college. Genetically, this is where I need to be.
I’ll tell you what. After three sessions of walking/jogging, I fail to see the appeal.
I’m just not excited about it. It makes my legs hurt. My feet are not big fans of all the attention. Maybe…maybe if I had somewhere to run other than loops around the backyard? Maybe if I was running away from zombies? Even with the zombie factor in mind, I still get the suspicion that my slowness would get me (shout out to The Walking Dead fans) “Otis-ed” early on.
I would, however, run in the “Run for Your Life” zombie marathon. As a zombie. I base this on four factors:
1. Professional makeup artists
2. Free beverage
3. Free T-shirt
4. Option to be a slow, lumbering zombie
I can do slow and lumbering. Just ask anyone who watched me walk in heels this past weekend.
I think my dreams of having the side hobby as a jogger are pretty well done. As in, “stick a fork in me, I’m done.” No more fantasizing about jogging around Gettysburg (no thanks, I’ll walk) or joining the Navy (I cannot stay of their website!). I don’t need jogging shoes. Nope. Pass the flip flops and a diet Mountain Dew. Should I run into the enigma known as “spare time,” I feel as if I’d rather meet it sitting down. Or at least, not with cramped up calves.
And on a side note, despite working out, I still have cankles. The lack of definition in my legs is astounding. The more “toned” I get, the more chicken leggy I become. And really, does muscle really need to weigh more than fat? I’ve got the start of a six pack, but my scale acts like I’m smuggling an entire keg under my shirt. Unfair. Decidedly unfair.
This pretty much sums up m exact feelings on running! Great post!
Thanks so much! The Hubs suggested he and I should jog together…but I doubt that will improve the experience, lol!
Haha no! When my husband and I try to work out together, I start thinking of how awesome my life would be without him lol
Me too!! I even feel the same way when he makes me play Monopoly with him. Ugh, torture.
Another one not interested in the jogging bandwagon. And spare time, that’s a myth designed to make us work harder or something.
Rinelle Grey
I can validate working out (to a point). But really, my legs hurt after one lap. Boring.
Laughing – love this. Would run with you if we could both be zombies, and it was a zombie run.
Thanks!! Sounds like a plan! I try to pretend I’m running with Dr. Who during my jogging attempts…but without a Tardis on the other side of the yard, it’s pretty hard to keep up with that fantasy!
How about pretending you were an Egyptian princess, and must run to save the family treasure. You could be racing that wolf-head god, the nasty one…
I’m still not completely convinced jogging is going to happen again for me, lol. I just..ugh. It makes me so unhappy!