I totally get it. I never thought I'd be a runner. In fact, I used to hate it. Truth is, I joined the track team in high school for one month. One month! My wussy self could barely walk myself up the front driveway to my parents house because I was so sore and sick of it, so I quit. It's probably the only sport I've ever quit.
But really, let me just give you a picture of this love affair I have with this sport so you can see where I'm coming from.
And really, here's what it all comes down to. Call me a big fat dork, but here's my favorite part. Here's what makes it worth it.
Today I sat down with my training log for Urban Cow.
I'm a pencil and paper kinda girl. I use my Nike+ information online, but I feel like seeing all laid out on a piece of paper is the best part. See all those stars? Those are logged miles. Preparation. The proof and confidence that I know I am going to KICK butt when Urban Cow finally gets here.
Yes, I will say that signing up to run a half marathon on my 27th birthday was kind of motivation in itself. But when you sit down with a piece of paper like that, and see that you kick butt, it's the greatest motivation out there. Because, yeah, I've missed a workout here and there. But the workouts I almost missed because I was "too tired" or "didn't feel like it" are the ones that led me here today.
13.1 - Here I come!
And THAT is why I run!