As one of the few runners (or maybe only runner) where I work, I many times have to put up with a lot of snide comments, jokes and outright dislike. There are people who politely asked me if I ran “a marathon” this weekend….any run is a marathon to most non-runners.
There is no doubt that I need to contain my excitement when I talk about running because (1) non-runners don’t understand or care (2) people can legitimately get tired of other people’s past times. I get tired of hearing about deer killing (hunting), morel mushroom finding, kids excelling in sports, basketball brackets (the only sport that I don’t like), drunken weekends, misbehaving teenagers…etc. (3) Lazy people do not care to hear about active people’s lives (4) I should remain mysterious about it to fuck with them.
But this morning, someone asked me a question that I could spend the rest of the day answering “How in the world can you like running?” This person was not being sarcastic or snide but it was a legitimate inquiry.
I think the first thing that came out of my mouth was that I didn’t like running in the same sense that I liked watching football or playing with Daniel and Sadie or having sex (I just thought the sex thing and didn’t say it. I am the manager here so talking about sex is NEVER a good idea). 🙂
I didn’t go any further than that answer with him but it did get me thinking so I could be better prepared for an honest inquiry that might come in the future versus someone being a smart ass asking a dumb question to try in someway to belittle someone. I answer that type a question with “I run to piss you off” or “because you can’t” kinda answer.
Here is a list of reasons that I love (obsessed to non runners) running:
~ It relieves stress, sadness, anxiety or anger as soon as my feet hit the pavement
~It allows my husband to like me (truth). If I’m particularly bitchy…he will say “baby, please run” (note: women are the only ones who can call other women bitchy without getting hit or a lawsuit) ♥
~It burns a shitload of calories
~I feel a sense of freedom (not able to fully explain or understand)
~It’s “me” time (unless running with my hubby or group runs)
~I feel strong
~I can plan, analyze and make decisions about complicated things
~I can fantasize (about men, women, careers, winning the powerball..etc)
~It challenges my body, mind & will
~I feel very special
~I feel sexy
~I love how my calves look (no skinny jeans for this girl)
~I love that my resting heart rate hovers about 50-55
~I love donuts and other pastries
~I want to live a long life
~I want to set an example for Daniel and Sadie…and anyone else who cares about me
~Independence (I don’t have to rely on anyone to help me)
~I look hot in my compression pants
~Because once when I weighed almost 300 lbs, I could not run
~It sets me apart
~My fees go to great charities
~Free tech shirts plus medals
~That “fleeting” runners high
~My quads are awesome
~I meet new people (my own kind….runners)
~Sky high energy level most of the time
~It improves my health
~My heart is strong
~It’s a versatile exercise
~It makes me feel good and happy
~It wears me out and I sleep like a baby
ok, you get it and each time I run….I can usually add another thing to this list
Today, my oldest canine baby is 5. The day I reluctantly let Peyton come into my life….I started to become a better person. I have no doubt about that. Happy birthday, baby! 🙂
Peyton and Eli make me feel happy, content, patient, loving, responsible, organized, sometimes stressed, sometimes pissed off but most of all, they make me feel loved and needed.
~Love a Dog~