We all love to run. We love to read about it, blog about it, talk about it, think about it, plan it, dwell on it, dwell on it some more. There are some things I simply loooooove to hate (& hate to love) when it comes to running. Since it's Valentine's Day, let's talk about love (and hate)....
1. Sweating. I typically dislike sweating, but love to sweat if it's happening due to running. I was born to stay cool. My comfort zone is shallow. I literally failed an entire year of gym class in high school for not suiting out. Why? Because I lived in Texas. It was ten billion degrees out. I didn't want to sweat off all my '80s make up & Aquanet hair spray. However, when it comes to running, I love to sweat. I feel as though you're not working hard enough if you're not sweating while exercising. I had sweat dripping from my elbows my the half mile mark during Sunday morning's 11 mile run. It's winter! There is something I just loooove about feeling sweat run down my ass crack, into my eyes, and puddling into my bra. I know I'm pushing my comfort limits when I sweat that much. I feel as though I'm sweating the "old me" away during a long, sweaty run.
2. Running shoes. Hate the look...love the comfort. They're pretty much all I own now, in terms of footwear. They're not pretty, but they sure are comfy. I have a whole system for keeping track of the multiple pair I have in use. I also figured out that once they've earned too many miles to run in, they're perfectly good for wearing to the grocery store, mowing the lawn, picking up the mail, etc. During winter months, you'll find me sporting cute boots from time to time. In the summer, Merrill flip flops. Other than that, running shoes. I own at least two pair of running shoes at any given time. I track their mileage so I'm sure to get new ones before the old ones start to cause problems / injuries. There was a time when I didn't even own a pair of athletic shoes. There was another time where I kept a pair I purchased in high school....for 10 years! They hurt my feet back then, but I would wear them now and then despite the pain.
3. Black toenails. I have a love hate relationship with these babies. Let me start by saying, I have the fugliest toes on the planet. I never wore sandals to school. Ever. Kindergarten through high school. Why? Because I just knew other kids would make fun of my toes. They are so jacked up looking. These days, I don't give a shit & wear sandals when and where I want, but the black nails are atrocious. Currently, I only have one. I'm thankful it's winter, and I don't have worry about what the nails look like in public. Nobody has to see them but me. There's some sick part of me that loves looking down and seeing black nails. I work damn hard for that purpley-black shade of nail.
4.
Unflattering gear. The
FuelBelt
has to be the worst look ever, but I refuse to go without it. I already have a roly poly belly from not taking care of myself in the past. Between big weight loss & having babies, what was once my tummy is now an apron of skin hanging from my body. It's disturbing, but I cannot afford plastic surgery to chop it off. Slap a Fuelbelt on me, and I look nuts. There's muffin top action from every angle, and it's not pretty. However, I love my Fuelbelt. It works for me. It's getting so worn out, the inside lining is completely gone. The elastic bottle holder on the front right is all stretched out from constant use. I'm so attached to this fashion no-no belt, I don't want a new one.
5. Weather. I love running outside when it's cool. I hate running outside when it's hot & humid. I don't even mind running in snow & rain. As a matter of fact, here in Washington, I run in the rain almost every time I run. For those who aren't familiar with the Pacific North West weather pattern, I'm not kidding. It rains A DAMN LOT. I'm good with snow as long as I can see the ground. I learned the hard way in Cincinnati, just because you see white it doesn't mean there's solid ground under the white. I don't do ice at all. Learned that the hard way, too. I also learned I can run 2.5 miles when it's sub zero out. I was miserable & my skin was stinging, so I went back home. That was a little TOO cool for my liking. It doesn't get that cold here, thank goodness. Anyway, I could tolerate heat and humidity a lot better in Cincinnati. I guess you get used to it after a while. It's funny how quickly I lost the tolerance!
6. Treadmills. Oh, how I used to looooove the treadmill. Now it's a device of torture. I would go the Y every morning. Leave the house at 4:45am. Be there waiting for the doors to open by 5am. On the treadmill by 5:02. I was walking back then. Every now and then I would try too jog for a few seconds. Once I started training to run, I ditched the treadmill for most training sessions. Of course, it was Cincinnati, and the snow was an issue. There were times I was treadmill bound. Now, I only hop on it if the physical therapist makes me.
7. Race shirts. I love them. I've kept every single one of them. I don't hate any of them. Since Kent does so many races with me, we have duplicates of almost every shirt. Imagine what our closet looks like. Don't make me take a picture!
8. The bling. I love medals. Thee only thing I hate about them is that I haven't come up with a sweet ass way of showing them off yet. I'm working on it! I've seen all the cute little medal racks, but I have too many medals to fit those. They're kind of spendy, so I don't want to have to buy multiple units. Kent might need to build me the ultimate medal holder. I could sell them & make a fortune from other insane runners like me. Cha-ching!
9. Knowing that I'm doing something good for myself while setting a good example for my loved ones. The only thing I hate is that the people I love most won't join me in my crazy adventures (other than my husband). They don't see what I see. I have to admit, I used to think people who ran were nut cases. Perhaps we are.
10.
Feeling stronger. I wrote about it on
my other blog last week. I feel so much stronger than ever before. It's amazing. The only thing I hate about my new found strength is the new shape that goes along with it. My legs are WAY meatier than they've ever been. I have jeans that still fit me everywhere
but the thighs. I've just never had muscular thighs before. It's the strangest thing...yet I feel so powerful & wish to show off my muscles to anyone who will look. Is that nuts? Don't answer that.