True story time: I quit volleyball in high school because I couldn’t run a full mile in under 8 minutes. I loved volleyball and though it’s not like I was working for a college scholarship or anything, I think that I’ve been secretly bitter towards running ever since. I have my suspicions if my body is even made to run. (Big feet, weak ankles — weird combination. It’s why ducks can’t run fast.) And to make matters worse, everyone around me is a runner. Literally. — everyone. But honestly? I secretly prefer walking. I can go longer distances and for a longer amount of time but I always feel like such a slacker. Oh you ran 6 miles just this morning? Well I ran 6 miles over the course of two years. Jealous? Take a look at my ankles. Now are you jealous?
Don’t get me wrong — I’ve tried to train for a fake marathon that I never signed up for. I’m an all-or-nothing kind of girl so this means that at the mention of daily exercise my mind immediately goes to training for a marathon. Yet I only know two things about marathons: you get a t-shirt and you get to carbo-load the night before. So this sends me into a tail spin: just when will I have time to train? How long do I have until my first race? I don’t have the right shoes — Am I’m going to have to get one of those fanny-packs that hold energy gels?
Then a few weeks ago, I decided to get off of the crazy train inside my head and just take a walk with my dog. We did two miles. And then we went again the next day and the next. Most days we walk to the shop from our house and back a few times. It’s an easy thing to do each day and I’m actually starting to like it. And you know what? Today I ran. And I didn’t hate it.
**Technically my tee should say “walk, rest, eat ice cream, repeat”
but that one was sold out. 🙁
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