Join Tillifinney as we follow her fitness journey over six months, starting on April 16th, 2014. The highs, the
lows, the goals, the PRs...she shares it all!
And now...Week 13!
I hate running. I know, I know, “hate” is a strong word. But it is exactly how I feel about running. Last Wednesday there was a WOD that I thought I would just hit out of the park. It was a two mile run broken in half by 150 squats. No problem. Or so I thought. We were out and about doing errands all afternoon and weren’t going to make it to DeCO, so we stopped at the track of a middle school that isn’t too far from where we live. Rachel and Lauren did the whole WOD in around 30 minutes. I ran less than a mile before I quit, stormed off the track, and threw a tantrum about running. I cussed, I took off my shoes and threw them, and I cried. Since last Wednesday, I have made an effort to make running part of my day every day. And it’s been successful.
When I run, I don’t feel good. Everything hurts. I’m out of breath always, no matter how slow I go. It takes me forever to run even the shortest distance. I’m constantly thinking about how I run as I’m running, because I know that I am not an efficient runner. There has to be a better way, but I don’t know what that is. How come nobody ever teaches you how to run? Is it one of those natural skills/activities that is just supposed to carry over from childhood? I’ve never been a good runner. Actually, I don’t even think one can call what I do “running”. It’s more of a slightly quicker than normal shuffle of my feet. I always batted in the “cleanup” spot on my softball team because I could hit the ball so far that I didn’t need to run quickly.
Maybe running is something that I never really learned how to do... Who knows? I would love nothing more than to never ever have to run for anything ever again. If I could pay someone most of my salary to run for me, I would do so instantly. I hate running. But now I’m a CrossFitter, and I love that. Running is a part of CrossFit, therefore running is something that I need to learn to love... or at least learn to tolerate. I’m not even close to there yet, but hopefully by running as much as I can, I will get there. I’m waiting for something to click, and when it does, I know it will feel great.