I’ve got something big to confess, you guys: I hate running. Like, I really hate it. I hate running the way you might hate someone who whistles Rent show tunes for an entire Megabus ride—there is a lot of hate there. Or, at least, there was.
As of last month, I am officially a running convert.
To give you a little background: I ran track from sixth through 12th grade, and was a team captain for the last two years before I very unceremoniously quit in a short and not-so-gracious email five minutes before a Saturday morning practice during my senior year. Because I just hated running So. Freakin’. Much. (And because I was a super-bratty teenager. But hey, that’s beside the point.) And the day I quit track, I quit running. Forever.
But don’t get me wrong, I love working out: I’m all for a good boot camp or hot yoga class, and I’d rather trek five miles across town than hop on the subway. It’s just, distance running has always seemed so…boring. Then, about a month ago, Be Well editor, Emily, convinced me to go on my very first run since, well, high school, and I actually kind of enjoyed myself. Emphasis on the “kind of.” But then I went on another run, and another, and, eventually, I started to actually enjoy myself. And soon it became official: I like running.
I know, I’m shocked, too.
And since I started running, I’ve noticed a few things about the practice that I never would’ve picked up on had I just continued hating on it from the sidelines. So here, five surprising things I’ve learned about running since I started pounding the pavement myself.
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