
I have a
LOVE/HATE relationship with running. The
HATE all started back in high school. I think my mom used running as some sort of cruel and unusual punishment for me if I stayed out too late or didn't do my part around the house, or was maybe a little out of control (WHAT?! not me?!!). My door would open around 545 AM or so and she would come and quietly wake me up by saying "Get up, we're going running!" Oh how I
HATED the sound of the opening door! I would slowly get out of bed. And when I say slowly, I MEAN slowly. I knew darn well I really had no choice as to whether I was going or not. Believe me, I fought!
HARD!We would go running in sun, rain, snow, sleet, heat, cold, it didn't matter the weather. In the meantime, as we would start to run up the long hill, something strange would happen. My tongue would swell, eyes water, cramping up, feet hurt, over heating............... AHHHH!!!! I
HATED this! We would get to the top of the hill and slowly run down past Hogle Zoo. Then more
HATE would set in. If it was summer, the AWFUL smell of the zoo animals would premiate my every much needed breath. Or during the winter, the wind that raced down Emmigration Canyon would be enough to make you fall over, either from chills or sheer exhaustion.
This torture went on for years.
BUT, something very strange happened after time moved on and I moved out of the house. I would get MYSELF out of bed every morning or race home after work, and
GUESS WHAT?!?! I WOULD GO RUNNING!! What kind of sick person was I? This act of torture that had been placed on me for so many years, was now a form of pleasure!? Had I been brainwashed?!! What was going on with me?! I had to finally come to terms with my true feelings....
I LOVED TO RUN!! I
LOVED everything about it, down to the very last blister! I could think when I ran! I could be alone in the beautiful weather and think about anything that I wanted to, go where I wanted to go!
I WAS FREE!!!!So how could something that I
HATED so much, become an absolute
LOVE of mine?! I don't know, but I am not going to ask questions. Because, I
LOVE running. Don't get me wrong, my tongue still swells, eyes water, cramping everywhere, overheating, and everything else, but it is now part of my soul. Something that I can't wait to do.
I have signed up for my first marathon on April 17th! What I am thinking?! I am thinking that no matter how hard something is in life, we can always find
LOVE in the things that we may
HATE. I think..... Thanks Mom!