I have to be honest about my absolute worst relationship. I hate running.
Now the asterisk of this statement, I’ve run 3 marathons and 1 half marathon.
…and I have hated every second of it.
I have tried so hard over the last year, like any bad relationship, to make it work. I even recently signed up for a half marathon as a way to force myself to fall back in love. Much like a last ditch effort vacation to rekindle a romance, I knew it was a bad idea when I hit register but went through with it anyway.
Between the stress of business school orientation, and reading Maria Menounos’s Every Girls Guide to Diet and Fitness, it hit me that it was time to cut it off. She talks in her book about the 50 year plan. Try as I might, I don’t see myself 50 years from now running road races. I don’t need to pick up a lifestyle habit that stresses me out, makes me feel awful, and just doesn’t give me that emotional support I get from other forms of exercise.
I have new fit goals, and I’ll share them another time. But I think I’m ready for a trial separation from my worst relationship. Running and I will see each other time to time through some HIIT intervals, a Precision Running Class at Equinox, or even a trip to a boutique workout…but in terms of being as serious as we’ve been in the past, I think those days are over. And maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll run another Disney race, or this time apart will draw us back together, but for now running and I are going to see other people.