I’ve talked about running before.
Let me make it clear that I am by no means a “runner”. I run. But I am not a runner. It’s kind of like “I write, but I am not a writer.” You can ask me about that another day.
Lots of people at my work run, and they enter raises, and they go long distances, and I’m impressed. They train, and they have the drive to do this type of stuff.
Me, on the other hand, I don’t have that drive. My drive to run is based solely on making my body smaller and healthier. So I do not enter races, and I run about 4-5 miles a night. That’s it.
One of my past professors, dear friend, and overall one of my favorite people ever, is a runner. Hardcore. For years, he has wanted to take me to get fitted for proper running shoes–and I am finally going to go. My ankles and knees are achy. I think it’s time.
Maybe this will change my stance on running. But for now, it’s just a way to stay healthy.