I’m not a runner. Never have been, and never will be. I always see and hear about those who get up at the crack of dawn to get in their morning jog. I see them running through the city streets dodging traffic, running around those on the way to work, and trying to avoid crashing into baby carriages along the way. It can be a driving rain storm, a foot of snow in a blizzard, or even single digit frigid temperatures out and these hearty beings persevere so as to not miss one run. Personally, I think many of them are nuts! You won’t catch me out in that weather doing anything other than hitting a bar or picking up some Chinese food to take home to the couch. I’ll happily sit in a cafe with my cappuccino while relaxing in a comfy chair and watch you all huff and puff by.
I abhor running, yet, I have always played sports that I was constantly running around in. Soccer – mostly during warm ups and drills, but I played goalie. Track Team – cross country was my specialty, so go figure, I pick up a sport that is all about running. Rugby in college – running for my life during every match. Maybe that is why now as an adult I hate running. Every now and then I will go out jogging for a while. NYC has some terrific spots to run, especially in Central Park, and along the water areas. I try it for awhile but get bored easily. Even though I have been a personal trainer and fitness buff, and go to the gym regularly, I just can’t get into the running lifestyle. It’s just not for me. I respect those that do it, and know full well the physical fitness benefits, along with the calorie burning and weight loss results. Those that run marathons are truly dedicated, and love the sport.
Maybe my mind works in warped ways. I will run or jog on my own grounds. I do enjoy using the treadmills at the gym and feel better jogging on them than out in the streets. Plus, it doesn’t seem to wreck my knees and lower back as much. My goal is to master the elliptical next. I suck wind on it. I want to incorporate a fitness regimen that utilizes both. Without collapsing in a puddle of sweat on the floor crying in a fetal position. It’s kind of embarrassing to see a grown man cry like a little girl, or like Lindsay Lohan when her vodka bottle is taken away from her. I don’t want to be “that guy”.
Also, you ever see those dudes who get on a treadmill and run all-out on them grunting and groaning all the way? Usually these idiots get on the machine next to me with their b.o. and sweat flying all over the place. Ewww.
Then there are the idiots that want to have a full blown conversation with you when running on the treadmill. Even when I have my ear buds in listening to music or watching the tv. Who are these strange people? Why are you talking to me? Shaddup!
I also get those who run in sprint intervals next to me and stop every few minutes to take their pulse. Do you know how annoying that is? If I had a bat in my hands…..
Wait – how did I get off on this tangent? Warped mind.
Let’s hear it out there from all the runners and running impaired like myself. Why do you do it? Do you actually enjoy it? Do your knees ache? In the meantime I’ll just watch you run by as I am sitting in a pub drinking a cold brew.