Every few months or so, the desire to be a runner pops up out of nowhere. Well not completely out of the blue….I used to be a runner…or maybe a sprinter. In fact, I may still have a record or two out there in random locales like Monticello or Minot for my efforts in a hundred meter dash or a random relay.
But now I long to be a runner….a real runner. Like those gals I see early in the morning on my way to work, jogging in the early morning light with ease…or the ones out at a lunch break. They seem so confident and relaxed and truly at peace. That is what I want. I long for the time and energy to be a runner.
Instead I plug away with my walking pace…trying to step it up a bit…just enough to get my heart rate going and endorphins flowing. I packed my sneakers today, but passed up a run to meet some friends for a glass of wine and some apps instead. No regrets here! 🙂
I lack discipline and endurance and cardio skills to really be a runner. But I wanna be one! So maybe tomorrow I will be a runner…