Yesterday Was The First Day I've Ever Enjoyed Running

Two Weeks Ago I would have to you you’re crazy

If you haven’t read my relationship with running, you should. Consider it a prequel of sorts. That was written less than two weeks ago.

It was a weird feeling

I’ve ran plenty in my life. When I was competing in sports I was able to run a mile in 5:59, solely because a buddy who was a former marine ran two steps ahead of me and all I wanted to do was beat him.

I remember laying on the ground for around an hour before getting up afterward, thinking “hopefully i’ll never have to run a mile that fast ever again.”

I’ve ran a lot, actually. It’s great for you so long as you have any degree of strength training (to avoid injuries and unnecessary pain).

I’ve ran a lot, and i’ve never recalled enjoying it.

Nothing has changed

I haven’t lost any weight, I haven’t changed my training plan, I haven’t really changed anything honestly.

The only difference is the consistency.

I committed to 2 miles a day, for 62 miles in January. I’ve ran 24 miles at the time of writing this after 12 days in January.

I have never ran 2 miles, consistently.

I’ve ran a half marathon, and I trained for that. I was proud of myself for completing it with friends, and I still thought “Yeah i’d never recommend anyone run a marathon.”

But i’ve never been consistent.