Running

This isn't real.

I recently had a conversation with my boss about distance running. She just finished her first half-marathon and wasn't quite sure if she truly enjoyed it or wanted to do another one.  I, however, am completely certain that I will never do one.  EVER.  There was a time in college when I attempted to get into running.  I would run about 3 or 4 miles a couple times a week for months and months and it NEVER got easier. I thought that maybe if I just got over the hump and into good shape, I could be like those people on the shoe commercials.  The ones who run through the woods, smiling, with a spring in their step- like this was the easiest thing in the world.  They looked like they were having so much fun. They aren't huffing and puffing the whole way.  They aren't bright red.  They don't look like a wounded soldier, hit by shrapnal in the stomach, fleeing, terrified, through the park like I do.  But it never happened.  I never felt like my lungs weren't going to explode or the snot running down my face was any more acceptable.  I never enjoyed running, nor will I ever force myself to try to enjoy running ever again.  I have accepted that I will never be a runner.  I am not made to run.  I am not made to be in shoe commercials and I am sure as heck not made to run a half marathon.  My name is Kelly and I hate running.