I finally get it. Running. I get it.
When I run in the gym on the treadmill I feel like I get a killer workout, but I never really understand why people love running.
I think I get it now, and I think I get that it doesn’t happen on a treadmill…at least not for me. This morning, before I started working, I got up and went to the gym for a go on the treadmill and some strength training. Tonight, after work I hit up Central Park for my running class. This time, a few of the faster runners and I broke away from the group and just ran at a speed that felt natural, on the pavement, taking in the scenery, talking albeit sometimes in short, winded, sentences. It was great. I left my run feeling really happy. The thing is, when I’m running outside I don’t even think about the fitness aspect of it, it just feels good, it feels like an escape. I totally get it now.
Having said that I will still do the majority of my running on a treadmill. I’m not really comfortable enough yet to hit the park alone, and truth be told, I kind of like the camaraderie of running with people even without the talking.
What I need is a running buddy. I keep pestering friends to hit the parks with me, but so far all I’m getting is a lot of hemming and hawing.
Anyone out there in blog-reader land, who lives in NYC, wanna go running with me? I’m totally serious.
Shredded wheat with banana and almond milk
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Turkey chili. I recognize that this is not a particularly appetizing photograph, but I swear it was really good, and now it’s done–that was the last of it.
Plain yogurt with raspberries and almond slivers
Roasted pepper and bok choy