During the year I ran, I ran outdoors. That’s one of the reasons I got out of the habit, once winter came. I don’t like running on a treadmill – it feels artificial, like I’m exercising. (I have the same reaction to step aerobics – up tap down tap, up up down down, bla bla bla.) I did it from time to time, but it was easy
But the other reason is that I swear when I run. Because I don’t really enjoy it – I enjoy how I feel afterwards, but running is hard for me. And swearing under my breath while I’m running down the street is one thing – I pass people and maybe they hear me, maybe they don’t (“Did she just say what I think she said?”). But swearing under my breath while I’m running on a treadmill (which I almost typed as a dreadmill – Freudian slip?): people are going to hear me. And they’re going to complain. “That woman has a mouth like a sailor!” And then I’ll be asked to leave.
I’m wondering if I will run again. I’m looking at the snow falling outside and spring just seems so far off.
Maybe 2013 will be the Year I Walk – with the goal of doing either the Susan G. Komen or Avon long distance walks.
Although I think that while running is a more solitary pursuit – and possibly why I was kind of overwhelmed at running in a pack at the Irish Fest 5K – a long distance walk is going to require training partners for it to be something I stick with. And since I have come to the conclusion that I really don’t have any friends in Milwaukee, just acquaintances, it might be something that I can do once I get back to Baltimore (and rebuild my network out there).