Run, Run, as fast as you can
My gym membership recently expired, and even though I like my gym, it does cost me an arm and a leg. C & I have set ourselves quite lofty savings goals for 2013, so I figured that almost 1000€ would be better off in my savings account than in Club Med's pocket. Especially given the fact that I will be traveling a ton over the next few months, and their resubscription offer included a higher price (which in their minds was sweetened by the "free gift make-up bag" I would get for signing up for another year). No thank you.
Normally when I'm not traveling, I try to work out 5-6 days per week. I'm very lucky to have a flexible work schedule, and I often work out during my lunch break. It's something I really enjoy doing, and it is necessary to somewhat counteract what I eat when on the road.
Some of you may remember back in the summer of 2011, I attempted to get into running as a pre-wedding present to C. I successfully completed the Couch to 5K program, but even after the end of that, I still didn't enjoy it. C & I tried running together a few times, but it made me so cranky, that we eventually went back to our old habit of him running and me rollerblading.
I know he still would like us to run together though, so between that and two inspiring blog friends, I decided to give running another try. The problem is - I still hate it. Every since I started running, I have been in a foul mood. Crank with my co-workers, cranky with my dear husband - just feeling generally down in the dumps.
It was raining today (and besides running, there isn't much more that I hate than rain), so I decided to stay home and do The 30 Minute Shred instead. And lo and behold, the cloud lifted and I am feeling much better. It was like a light-bulb going on - I used to think that the reason I didn't like running was because it was boring. But I now know that my brain needs the mid-day break that going to the gym gives me. I can spend an hour not thinking about anything and just focusing on my posture and following the instructor. Whereas when I run, I still have to concentrate - on where to go, on green/red lights, on French people who have no concept of what is going on around them and who randomly stop in the middle of the sidewalk, and on avoiding everyone's favorite - dog poop. So I just don't get anywhere near the brain break that I do from a class.
The question is - now what do I do? I had wanted to surprise C, but last night I finally confessed to him that I had started running again, and he was like "For Pete's sake woman, for the sake of our relationship, go and sign up for the gym". But I am stubborn person. So many people I know love running - so why can't I? I would love to be able to run a 5K or a 10K with C on a Saturday. It is the perfect sport - relatively low-cost and I could even do it while traveling (and burn off some of the calories from the 2x day 3 course meals). Plus there is the fact that I made a commitment to myself to run five days a week for the month of January....
I'm not a quitter, so I think I am going to still try to meet that goal and reevaluate at the end of the month.... 1/3 down, 2/3 to go! But apologies in advance if the irritability sticks around... :)