So for the past couple of months I’ve had quite the list of
reasons excuses why I wasn’t going out for a run:
- too hot…
- too smokey…
- too tired…
- too lazy…
But being a couch potato has done my waistline no favours, nor my overall health and happiness for that matter.
The excuses ended today and I laced up the sneakers to begin my fall training. I don’t know what that training will end up. I keep saying I want to run a half-marathon. And honestly I’m not sure that is going to happen. Boredom sets in after 10 to 12 km. And a half-marathon is 21.1 km. The math doesn’t add up.
So maybe, I’m not going to check half-marathon off my bucket list. But I can keep running distances that make me happy. And running does make me happy.
And when I stop to think about it, running really adds to my life:
- feeling accomplishment with every run
- loving the muscles that show up in my legs
- getting outside and seeing my world
- taking care of myself to enjoy a long life and lots of adventures
- smiling after every run
Today was a short run… But a short run is also a “run”!