Runner Confessional #3

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



Running Mates

315049_775820836994_703090546_nMy husband and I love each other. My husband and I love running. However, my husband and I do not love running together.

We’ve tried running together many times throughout our decade-long marriage. Generally, we both get caught up worrying about who is in front/what pace we’re going/who controls the route/some completely meaningless, random argument.

Once, we started a run together, got into a fight mid-run, and finished separately.

While we have gotten pretty good at being married to one another, we have never mastered running with one another.

Until now.

All of the sudden I love to run with my husband.

So what changed?

Well, I think I can chalk it all up to having a family. Now that we’ve got two kids, two full-time jobs, and a million new responsibilities to deal with, we spend most of our time together being parents. And don’t get me wrong — I love being a parent. And I love being a parent with my husband.

But those Saturday morning runs are when I just get to be with my husband. Instead of two exhausted, stressed-out blobs of mush vegetating momentarily in front of the TV before passing out in bed for a few hours, we actually become Keith and Adrea again when we run. We talk about all of the things we were too tired to talk about during the week. Sometimes it’s about the kids, but mostly, it’s not. It’s about an interesting story he heard on NPR, or an article I read on Slate. Or our dreams and plans and desires for the future.

I think for the first time in our lives, we each care about the company more than the pace. Or maybe we’re both just grateful to be out in the fresh air retaining our sanity. For whatever reason, I cherish the time we run together, and I’m happy we’re tag-teaming this leg of our marriage marathon. — Aidz