I hate running. Really I do. I have 50 million excuses to not run. It's too cold (65 degrees), too hot (75 degrees), too windy (there's a strong breeze), I'm too tired (I'm a terrible sleeper anyway), the sidewalk is too hard, etc.
But I love the satisfaction of a good cardio workout. I also love knowing that I did something healthy regardless of how I felt. It's good for me. I'd rather lift weights or throw myself into a class at the gym - something less mentally challenging- than running alone with my angry muscles.
But I run anyway. Once in a while. A necessary evil.
This morning I opted to go for a power walk and as I was tying my shoes, Evan, my 11 year old began running around the house frantically searching for his running shorts and shoes so he could come with me.
