I used to think that running was such a pointless exercise. What was the point of going out to get tired, only to return home? Running was what you did when playing sport, chasing a ball in the squash court, marking an opposition player. Running there had a purpose. I couldn’t see the point of running for its own sake.
I’ve now run multiple marathons and get my running shoes on at least 2 or 3 times a week, every week (and have done so for around 7 years now). What happened? Why the change of heart?
Challenge, company, and falling in love (maybe that’s a bit strong) with that feeling of satisfied exhaustion are what happened. I’d put up barriers without even trying. I was like a child who says they hate spinach, but has never tried it.
Once I’d given it a go, it was a different story
It might not be running for you, but there’ll be something out there you’ll love. And once you find it, you’ll know that anyone can do it. Anyone can find a way to exercise happy