Friday, August 13, 2010
I've been thinking about this a lot lately.
I think I want to be a runner.
I want to be one of those people who laces up their shoes over their lunch break and heads out with their ipods. I want to know that I can exercise anytime, anywhere, as long as I've got good shoes. I want to run in the early mornings when the world is calm and cool. You know, like meditating but not sitting still while I do it.
But runner fantasies aside, people who run have great bodies. It burns mega calories. It's hard, bone-mass building work. And without discrediting the amount of work running is, it seems like a great way to get a good workout in without spending nine hundred hours at the gym every week.
Plus, running seems like something that could develop into a habit, and then I could eat more nachos. Right?
But I am also so wimpy. I dislike being uncomfortable. And the big one: I hate running.
Deciding that I'm going to start running is taking me a really long time. I don't believe that everyone is a born runner - and I defnitely believe that losing weight will make it easier for me to run further and longer.
3 months ago I winced when I bought the 30 Day Shred. Well, I completed the first two levels and I didn't die. I've proven that I can do something even when I think it's really hard and will probably hurt and I might not love it, but it feels good afterwards.
What do you think? Should I stick with my dance-based aerobics and elliptical workouts on the weekends? Or should I bite the bullet and just Couch-to-5-K-it already?