I don’t always love running.
There. I said it.
There’s a myth that you either love running or you hate it. I’m here to tell you that not all runners love running all the time. Yes, I love the way I feel after every run, but I rarely enjoy mile repeats and I loathe hills. In fact, for the first few miles of almost every run, I kinda hate it.
If you ask me, I will tell you that I love the sport, especially the benefits therein, but I don’t live to run. In fact, I sign up for spring and fall races as a means to keep running because if I didn’t have a tangible goal, I might not do it at all — and that would be bad.
Here’s what happens when I don’t run:
- I feel icky and soft, and this makes me irritable.
- The stress of raising a family, running a household and kicking ass at work builds up.
- The excess energy (and I have it for days) starts to manifest into cleaning, gardening and expensive shopping trips.
So, while I don’t always love to run, I dislike the natural effects of not running much more. Maybe you fall into the camp of just loving it all the time, but if you don’t, you’re not alone. Now, let’s go sign up for a race. — Amie
I don’t like bananas.
The snack buffet following pretty much every single race, no matter how big or small, prominently features bananas. They are a magical fruit for athletes, boasting oodles of potassium and magnesium and energy-filled carbs. They’re easily transportable and come in nature’s own handy little carrying case!
And I, like Ron Swanson, also happen to find them utterly disgusting.
The taste, the texture, the smell, all want to make me vomit.
Every year or so, I try eating one again, just to make sure I still don’t like them, and every time, I spit out the mushy bite almost instantly.
I’ve forced bananas into my diet via smoothies, masking their putridness with heavy amounts of protein powder, yogurt and berries. But that’s as good as it’s getting, folks. — Mags
I hate spring races.
I always do a spring race, but not because I love them. Let’s get real for a second. Racing isn’t always rainbows and unicorns, and here’s why racing in the spring isn’t my thing:
- Training in January and February sucks. I love cold weather running, but I hate dodging the ice and snow. If I must run on a treadmill, it will be for 30 minutes or less and this often (like, always) messes up my training schedule.
- Your body wants to hibernate, and you are asking it to migrate. Naturally we hold on to a little more body fat in the winter, and I think it’s harder to train. I feel sluggish and heavy, and I just want to curl up on the couch with a book. This is probably why we should train, but you know.
- Acclimating to the warm temps takes time, and spring races don’t care. You’ve been running comfortably in cold air, and then WHAM. You can’t breathe, and your face has a heartbeat. Racing before your body adjusts to the heat just plain hurts. But fall races are the opposite. You’ve worked your butt off in the heat and you get the cold crisp air to race in. It’s magical.
- Personally, it’s a challenging time of year. My husband is a soccer coach, and he’s gone basically from February until July. He was home this past weekend — for the first weekend in the last eight.
- Spring allergies blow. The experts say to stay indoors, but then, we’re back to the treadmill thing again. Nope.
So yes, I always do spring races, but I’m never really happy about it. That’s why I choose one where I can have fun with friends (like Nashville) to keep me motivated. I’ll be kicking and screaming from January until April, then I’ll be happy I did it. Because the one reason I do like spring races is that they get me into shape to start training for the fall — when the real magic happens. — Amie