I would like to introduce you to my new friend. It's name is Bing isn't it great?
After these few months with you and finally accomplishing that 5K (although a lot of it was walked), I came to realize one very sad fact: Running, you are not my sport. I worked hard on loving you. I pinned inspiring running quotes, I followed every inspiring thing about you I could find on Facebook and Instagram. I would get on that treadmill 3 times a week and do that Couch 2 5 K program and kept telling myself over and over again that I loved you.
But, you see, I was kind of lying to myself.
Wait, don't get me wrong! There were things I truly loved about you, Running. I loved that when I finished I felt like I had accomplished something. I loved how I felt empowered. Most of all, I loved that I was able to do something I never thought I could do. You helped me do that.
The sad reality, however, is that love was not true. I had to have the perfect conditions to be with you, Running. I had to have good music. NO ONE could watch me. I have slight asthma, so I had to watch my breathing very closely and found that I could not run very fast, or else you would bring on an attack. I had a horrible time running with anyone else (I always have). I felt self conscious and like I was holding people back. So I preferred to run alone, in a little cocoon, hiding my shame.
I don't want to hurt you, but... I never dreamed of naming my treadmill.
I named my bike Bing.
Riding a bike always makes me ridiculously happy. Ask anyone who has ever gone on a bike ride with me. I will be singing Roger's and Hammerstein's greatest hits as I sail down a hill. If I'm at home on my recumbent, I can watch TV, I could probably even knit, though my knees would probably get in the way. One of the funniest things that I love about riding my recumbent at home, in my room, is that I can read. No one can read while running. Yes, yes, I suppose you could listen to an audio book, but I had to do so much self motivation I can't imagine it would have kept me going.
I was so discouraged right before the 5K when I had a health issue, when the doctor told me you were likely to blame. I had to pull away from you, Running, and it was only right before the race that I was told I could run again. Once I healed after all that, you kept hurting me every time I got on the treadmill. I pulled a muscle in my leg THREE times.
That was when I had to put my poor treadmill on Craigslist and trade it for Bing. Almost instantly I was reminded that I could get that feeling of accomplishment and empowerment while also experiencing joy and fun!
So I am sorry running. It's not you really. A lot of people love you, especially women. And I totally get why. I really do. But it is over between us. You see, cycling always makes me happy, in a way you never could. I wish you the best and hope that we can always be friends.
See you on the roads,