The Anti-Running Runner

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Sometimes, I don't feel like running. But I'm sure I'm not the only one. At one point, this was my default setting. I rarely felt like running, and only ran because I thought I should. When I first started distance running in college, I pretty much hated it. It took about two years before that changed. By the third year, I actually admitted to someone that I loved running. Yes, that's right, running. I love you. No, it would never give me a ring, but the shiny medals will do. It doesn't even bother me that everybody gets those. You know what else, running? I hate you. My tag line for this blog is "I love to hate running." It's the best way I can describe the relationship. I managed to run three times this week, and I'm proud of that. I had a hard time getting out there. Sorry for the TMI, but I especially hated running this week for a personal reason. Many of us call her Aunt Flow. For me, one of the best ways to prevent myself from ...