You could probably bet your bottom dollar that around 90% of the time, I’ll be engaging in some sort of mental or physical activity that can be related to running. Whether that’s quite obviously running itself, moaning about pains because I’ve been running too much, or just finding any excuse to bring up something running-related and just hope the person I’m talking to continues the conversation so I can talk about running even more.
Generally, that person doesn’t. Because I’m at work, in a corporate office and those people are too busy feeding me biscuits left, right and centre to even consider engaging in talk about running. Also the people whose only close occasion to running is to ensure that they run to secure the next place in the queue for the shared microwave in the office floor kitchen.
The remaining 10% of my time is because I do actually have a job and some other shit to do as well – Instagramming about running being one of those things. I am utterly shameless.
On that basis, it probably goes without saying that I like running and I’ve realised recently that I don’t think there’s ever been a time in my life where I’ve loved running as much as I do now. Pushed along by the fact I completed my first ever marathon four weeks ago and I really couldn’t be more pleased – I’m actually surprised it’s taken me this far down the page to bring this up.
So, when I was pressed last week with one of the hardest “would you rather’s?” that I’ve likely faced in my lifetime, it brought to question my somewhat cure and cause relationship that I’ve had with running over the past several years.
Taking me off guard and rendering me speechless, the question of “would you rather run non-stop every day forever, or never run again?” is still even to this day leaving me without an answer.
Obviously, the questions in these games aren’t made to be feasible and/or realistic, unless you’re telling me you really could have a stegosaurus like penis chain down your spine or a vagina growing out of your forehead. However, when I imagined the mere thought of not running again, I felt genuine concern about what my life would be like without it.
Running at one point, was admittedly the driving force behind losing weight in the years of disorderly eating and a day without it was a day that I had felt I’d failed and a day that I wouldn’t allow myself to eat.
As with anything, my passion for the sport has fluctuated, but since then, I honestly couldn’t imagine a life without it – particularly since now, I truly run for the right reasons and not just to burn calories. It makes me feel bloody great and I’ve met a solid network of people through it, whether that be via Strava, my running club or Instagram. Shout out to the fans over at @paces_and_porridge #selfpromo #ad
So if there’s any one way that I’m going to be won over and showcase the type of smile one has after a long day of holding in farts, is to pluck up a conversation about running – though I’d avoid mentioning Parkrun because you’ll probably end up on the start line of one with me on your next Saturday morning #sorrynotsorry
Did I mention I ran a marathon?