Once I was deceived into thinking that running was fun. I believe it was my third grade teacher who convinced me that running was so fun that I should actually pay to do it. You see, my elementary school held an annual "Fun Run" that the students would raise money to be apart of. And believe it or not, we were all very excited to get together on a Saturday and run. That's it. We would just run.
Looking back, I could only sigh and explain it as a part of my gullible youth. That was until yesterday. Yesterday, Dave and I went for a run with some friends (Kate, Libby, and Molly). We had been talking about it for awhile, but it took their initiation to make it happen. It was hard; we huffed and puffed. I think I walked more than I ran. But, we did it! And if you can believe it, I enjoyed myself!
Today, after Dave got off of work, we went on another run. It feels good to get out there and just run; heart racing, breath painful, and sides aching. We are talking about making it a regular thing that we do every day. We've even discussed the possibility of signing up for a 10K...and paying for it. It's primarily for the cool t-shirt, but you know what...it might just be fun.