I'm trying to become a runner... I dream of setting out with good music, good shoes and cute running attire and jogging a few miles, no biggee, returning feeling like a rockstar.
But...it's not working.
The reality is that I set out most mornings with whatever comes on Pandora, decent shoes, Nike shorts and one of my hubby's big T-shirts and "wog" one mile. Wog = walk + jog at intervals. It's a real term, ask Steph, she made it up I think. Anyway, I either run till I feel like I'm going to die, then walk for a while, then run again or I actually time my intervals and run two minutes, walk one minute and repeat. Either way, I come back to the house not really feeling like a rockstar runner, but more like a wannabe.
I cannot run a mile straight without stopping. It's true. Not even one stinkin' mile. There are some f'real runners at my office who do not understand that but it's true. I've tried. Duh. In fact, I've been trying for almost a year now. I partly blame my sisters. My dad used to be a runner back in the day. I think my sisters got all the running genes from dad and I got all of the office nerd genes... I have never ever been good at running but Katy and Sarah used to go out and run for a long time and when I asked them how far they went, the answer was usually "eh, just two miles" or "oh, probably about three miles." WHA? Rockstars I tell ya.
But you know what? It's all good. I think I would totally enjoy getting out there and running several miles straight. I'd enjoy the solitude and the time to think and the feeling of accomplishment. But it doesn't appear to be in the cards for me, so oh well. Doesn't mean I'm going to quit trying!
Is anyone else out there a wannabe runner? When you say "I'm going for a run" do you actually mean "I'm going for a wog"?