I don’t understand how runners do it.
I have tried more than once to run. I’ve tried doing it by myself, and using some systems like couch to 5k, but no matter how hard I try, the couch wins.
I could use the excuse of no time to run, but I am not sure that’s it. I just hate running. There’s no high for me and I’m not invested enough to track times and stats.
But. I may have to start.
You see, today I went on a walk with the child. She scoots, I walk.
Until she tells me to run.
“RUN? Dad is old. Dad doesn’t run”
“Oh, come on Dad. First you walk fast, and then you jog and then you eat healthy and then you run a marathon”, she told me.
“Just try it”, she said.
So, I pushed her and jogged. And almost died.
“Come on, Dad - push me again!”.
“Push me faster, Dad”.
I jogged some more. I was starting to get hot. It started feel uncomfortable
This feeling was unfamiliar.
My smart watch noticed I was moving and asked if I was okay and if I wanted to start tracking this run.
Track it? I want it to end.
Finally our ‘walk’ was over and off in the distance was the light at the end of the tunnel:
It’s called the couch.
Keep Moving.
TH and Co.