I almost, sort-of like to run

It probably wouldn’t surprise a type A exercise addict-type (Haus Frau) to hear that after running regularly now for about 3 years and completing 3 marathons (Chicago, Grandmas and Milwaukee) and pretty much hating every minute of it (I do it for my health/weight control). I’ve finally decided that I almost, sort-of, kinda like running, some days. Here’s the change—WINDSPRINTS!! Yes, WINDSPRINTS! Who’da thunk it. Fartleks, speedplay, whatever you call it. Yes, Speed….Play—sounds like an oxymoron!! Who’da thought I’d enjoy torturing myself on a treadmill? I think this is what it took for me to finally get a brief taste of the ‘runner’s high’ that everyone talks about. Hubby, Don Aldo, says it’s just oxygen deprivation. If so, maybe I should just breathe into a paper bag.

Anyway, I don’t necessarily enjoy the actual running yet, but I feel great afterwards and sometimes, early in the day, I almost look forward to seeing what I can do on the next try. Usually though, this anticipation fades quickly by the end of the day when I actually have to decide whether to go to the gym or go home and eat. Then I just have to suck it up like I always have and force myself to go. I think the reason I prefer windsprint days to ‘easy jogging’ and ‘long run’ days is that the time goes by sooo much faster. I break the runs into 2.5 mile/2 minute ‘sprints’ interspersed with 2-2 ½ minute light jogs. Even when I did 12 of these– the time went by much faster than my usual 45-50 minute run. I’m not sure this will really get me to a 4 hour marathon (like the book I’m using suggests). But even if it doesn’t, I’ll be much happier training for my upcoming marathon. Wouldn’t it be cool if I eventually really started liking running. Can a confirmed couch potato really convert to an exercise enthusiast?