I walk a lot. I mean I walk a significant distance each day at a brisk pace. And it is not for exercise. It's for transportation.
Last year, I told myself that I was going to run. Misiu runs. Sometimes he runs while I walk the same route. I attempted to run last spring. I gave up pretty fast.
I used to run. That's not really important regarding my level of fitness now because the last time I ran was probably 15 years ago. It is important, however, regarding the psychological aspect of running. I know that if I can fight through the tough start, it'll be worth it. I know that running can be pleasurable, even addictive. What I enjoyed about running (besides being able to eat whatever I wanted) was the time to think over my life. I also enjoyed just letting my mind wander, even go blank and just concentrate on the candence of my foot strikes on the ground.
Let's say that I was waiting for spring. I don't want to jinx it, but I think spring is here. I still haven't run yet. I can't complain that it is boring, not with views like this.
Why do I want to return to running, if you can even call it a return after 15 years? Well, I would enjoy eating whatever I want without dire consequences for my waistline. That would be cool, but what I really need is to walk faster in my everyday life. When I drive I try to take the route that gets me to my destination faster. When I am on the bus, I keep my fingers crossed that we'll be on time. It's only natural that when my own legs are my transport that I'd want them to go faster, get me to my destination quicker.
So that's it in a nutshell. Probably the most uninspiring reason to start running ever, but 100% true.
Don't call it a comeback...