I am not an elite runner. I’m not even especially good at running. Okay, I hate running. After the first five minutes or so, I gasp for breath while while every muscle in my body screams at me to stop. It’s one of those things like cleaning the bathroom or giving money to charity that you know you should do because it will make you feel good inside, but you put off as long as possible because it really isn’t all that much fun. Still, every year I run the Chase Corporate Challenge. My fashion school partially sponsors a team of us to represent the college. I originally signed up when I was new, and eager to meet people and get involved. I’ve been on the list ever since. I have too much pride to pull out.
So once again I’ve started training for 3.5 tortuous miles in Central Park. My goal this year, as in every year, is to not embarrass myself in front of my colleagues. This means I have to finish in around 30 minutes. Ugh. After the race we usually all go out for burgers and shakes, though. Something to look forward to. Kinda defeats the purpose of the run, you say? Here’s the thing: Look at the people out running. Most of them are slenderish, fairly toned. But rarely will you see one that’s skinny-skinny. Why? Running explodes your appetite. As I train for this run each year, I find myself craving the worst kinds of foods: red meat, cheese, fried salty things, ice cream. And I eat HUGE portions that never seem to be quite enough. So I’m not doing this to lose weight. I’m doing it because it’s what you’re supposed to do. And doing things that you’re supposed to, that you hate, is good for you. It builds character.
I went on my first training run/walk today. I used this cool site to map several 3.5 mile courses near my home. I’m not posting my time. It’s too ridiculous. But wish me luck for June!