I have a sort of confession to make.
My name is Kelly. And I am most certainly not a runner.
I mean, I do try. And while I do genuinely enjoy being outdoors and walking, the protein shakes, the marathons, the joy in a new pair of sneakers that stereotypical runners enjoy? Absolutely not. And don’t get me started on this supposed “wall” that once you get past, running suddenly seems enjoyable and almost easy. Every minute I spend actually running is hell. “Easy” is the last word I would use to describe it, and honestly if you see me running, you should probably run too—because that zombie apocalypse we keep hearing about is finally upon us.
But in an effort to try being a healthier person, I have been trying to run. Or at least walk.
Well, if we’re being honest, it’s mostly walking.
I have a better reason than just hating running, though. Hear me out, because here’s where it gets weird.
One thing I don’t get about running is how you just, run. I mean sure, most runners these days will have their trusty iPod strapped to their upper bicep, and I’m assuming that they’re listening to music of some kind. But how do you listen to music and not want to dance or act it out?
Because I’m pretty sure my tendency to dance it out is why I’m not allowed at the gym anymore.
(Yes, that’s a joke. I haven’t been kicked out of the gym. Yet.)
Maybe it’s the proliferation of musical soundtracks on my iPod, combined with extensive choreography in my head that makes me go crazy, but I just can’t take a walk and listen to music without dancing. Even when I used to run at home on the treadmill, it was ridiculous. The bopping of my head and the skipping and dancing drove the dogs crazy (but usually there was no one else around to see). I tried to control it at the gym, but there were definitely a few times that I flicked my wrist to the beat, or changed my stride to match a certain rhythm.
And outdoors? Hoo, boy. I get even worse. I’ve memorized a lot of choreography in my day, and I have done it all on my outdoor walks. Even the dogs are embarrassed to be seen with me.
I will even admit that as they pass by, drivers have maybe stared at me a bit too long. Probably wondering if I was mentally stable, or if they should stop and call for help. Maybe both.
At any rate, I’ve been trying this walking/running thing for a while now (That phrase gets really bulky. Maybe we could call it rulking? Or wanning? Maybe not.). I may never be a true “runner” but I guess the most important part is that I’m having fun with it?
Or maybe I’m just totally nuts. If anyone knows either way, I’d sure appreciate your input.