Let's get something straight. I don't love running. That's right I said it.
I can't even count the amount of people who've told me, "that's great what you are doing, but I don't like running, so you know..."
Listen, I didn't get to my highest weight of 236 pounds by loving to run. Nooooo sirreeee.... You know what I love? Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia, greasy chinese food, and laying in bed watching John Hughes movies with a few good reality shows tossed in for fun.
I love sitting on my ass, surfing the web, dirty martini's and Thanksgiving dinner.
I love pancakes and sausage or a giant egg, cheese and taylor ham sandwich on a BAGEL. (tres Jersey...)
I loved smoking cigarettes, drinking pina colada's and getting caught in the rain - (OK, not the rain part. Busted.)
Running didn't even make the "like" list. In fact I think "root canal," "changing tire on busy highway in snow," and "sitting in the middle seat between smelly man and screaming toddler on airplane," once ranked higher than running.
But no more.
I rarely do any of the above "love" things any more. If I have one Mickey D stop a year, that's a lot. I make homemade oatmeal pancakes, I occasionally have a little low fat frozen yogurt and I haven't really had a cigarette since the early 2000's... And I'm happy.
And when it comes to running, actual running? Well, I'm developing appreciation for running itself but here's what I do love:
A sense of accomplishment, confidence, moving my body and doing something good for it, better blood pressure, stronger bones, feeling less depressed, looser pants, smaller size, healthier weight, feeling more in control - knowing I'm preventing future bouts with diabetes, heart disease, stroke. I'm extending my life and the quality of that life.
And I LOVE life - that's what it's really all about.
So love running? Eh. I guess it's better than a root canal.