I have a bit of a confession to make: I f*cking hate running with a passion. It’s the most boring, painful, monotonous activity ever. When I was taking gymnastics as a kid I was the most unfit person on the entire team. I remember lagging behind all the other girls when we did ‘suicides’ (AKA “red lines”) or any other kind of cardio activity for conditioning. No wonder I never scored higher than an 8.6 on my floor routine. Same thing happened when I was on the soccer team in high school. Fortunately I was a fullback, which meant that the only person that did less running than me was our goalie.
However, I know that I need to learn how to run, and run well. Why?
1. I love hiking/backpacking. The one thing that stops me from tackling longer trips and steeper hikes (and bigger mountains) is the fact that I’m just not that in shape.
2. Despite having weak ankles after seven years of gymnastics, and bad knees after colliding with some dood during a soccer game in 2010, I want to get back into shape and play soccer once again. Sometime before I become senile.
3. Rule #1 (see ‘Zombieland’)