Hate - Love relationship with running

I ran my first 10k charity run on 29^th September that’s what got me thinking about my relationship with running...

I remember when I was a kid about 7 yrs old I wanted to be a part of the athletic team in school but I was too slow to even qualify. I was the last to finish a 100m race from that day running was not in my vocabulary, I did not even participate in games that involved running, I preferred reading, talking to friends rather than playing games

Fast forward 15 years I decided I needed to lose weight for the 100^th time and thought jogging made sense, so I jumped right into it and failed miserably again, I went to the tracks and was so embarrassed because I could barely manage a few seconds before I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. So for the second time  I gave up on running

Another year passed with me trying to lose weight by exercising and walking a little. I went back to the tracks and this time I could manage around 30 seconds. For every run I made a deal with myself  to run only till the next lamp post. I started with alternating jog-walk between lamp posts and then slowly increasing my distance, that’s when I joined the gym and started using the treadmill unfortunately I completely stopped running outside

Almost an year later I went back out for a run and it was a little disappointing because I was not as good as I  was on the treadmill, I knew it takes more effort outside than on the treadmill but secretly I hoped I was lucky (***there is no luck in getting fit only hard work). By this time I was much better than my 30 seconds though I felt a little disappointed about not being able to keep up with my treadmill stats. I did not want to give up on running outside but I also knew I needed a slight push so I went and signed up for a race (actually I was in nervous about this so I mentioned it to Michelle, who announced it on face book and I had no choice :), I always knew telling her my plans would leave me with no choice )

It was during my 6 weeks of training for the race that I fell in love with running outside and now I find it boring to use the treadmill. Though I trained alone most days every run was interesting, I smile at people, sometimes strangers encourage me... I even feel like I am a part of an unspoken group (all the runners I come across) . I even went ahead and joined the running club finally I can say I am in a lifelong commitment with running

What about you? how did you fall in love with your favourite activity?

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Tanvee