Running in Stanley Park in the early morning
I have a love and hate relationship with running. As a family, we run a few times a week together. Well....Elizabeth is lazy, she doesn't do anything but sit there. Heidi is amazing, she's so strong. I'm the "do we have to do the entire 5 mile loop today?" kinda guy. Running is tough. It's always so tough for me. I constantly have that nagging little voice inside my head telling me, "quit....slow down....stop running"...that's when I hate running.
But I also love running for the opposite reason I hate it. When that nagging and negative voice comes (and it ALWAYS does), I have the opportunity to defeat it. If I am stubborn enough and tell it to "shut up" and I keep running...I get stronger (mentally and physically). I like dominating my nagging negativity by being stubbornly positive about continuing on. I also love running because it gets you fit and it feels really natural to run. It's so simple...a pair of shoes and some comfy clothes. No gear - no hassle - no excuses.
Now, I'll never be as fast or strong as Heidi
but I can still outrun Elizabeth...which is all that really matters
I love and hate running