Why I Hate Running (and You Should Too)

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Why I Hate Running (and You Should Too)I am writing this post because, if you are reading it, I have completely fallen off of the deep end. Send help, send chocolate, and talk some sense into me. 

In order to fully explain my current malady, let’s take a few steps back, shall we? 

I am a firm believer in “never say never,” mostly because that phrase might as well be my personal mantra, for every sentence that I uttered from college until my late twenties that began with “I would NEVER…” actually happened. 

“I would NEVER drive a minivan.”

“I would NEVER cloth diaper.”

“I would NEVER homeschool.” 

“I will NEVER live where I grew up.”

“I would NEVER eat mayonnaise.” (Still don’t. I win, right?) 

And of course, “I will NEVER run.”

This one in particular holds little weight for various reasons, most importantly, black bears and coyotes. But things got real last summer when a trusted colleague sat me down, looked me square in the eyes and said, “Right now you are at your optimal health, but you are also in your mid-thirties. If you don’t start doing something now, and you gain just a little weight every year until you are my age (mid-forties), it will be so much harder for you to start then.”

So much harder for me to start what? Taking care of myself? Are you going to sit here and tell me I need to cut out the nightly Oreos? And also move my body in such a way that rivals Phoebe from Friends

So that is where my story begins. I started running. Just like Forrest Gump, one day I woke up and just started running. I told no one. I could not bear the scrutiny I would most certainly receive from friends and family who had heard me scoff at the thought of running for years. The only pair of tennis shoes I own are a pair from Goodwill that I purchased during the Bush administration (notice I said tennis shoes, not running shoes), and I ran in hand me down running wear. I pulled my thick, dark hair into a high ponytail and began to jog. And I made it from our mailbox to our neighbor’s mailbox and I hated it. I turned around and walked back inside. 

The next day I got up again, and I made it to the next mailbox, then the next. Dogs barked, deer fled. But my feet hit the pavement and sweat hit my brow, and my ankles bled from shoes with terrible support. But then, something weird happened.

I realized it didn’t matter what I looked like. How smart I was, how talented. It didn’t matter if I was a supermom or perfect wife. There was no one running next to me that was faster or more agile. It was the only moment in months that I had spent completely alone, without kids crying on the outside of the bathroom door or the constant barrage of phone activity. It was just me and an open country road. This is why I hate running. It made me take account for the person that I am when no one is looking. 

I no longer drive a minivan. My kids are all potty trained and I passed the cloth diapers onto a friend with infants. We are now in public school (which we LOVE), and we are the happiest little family in the world, raising our kids right where we grew up. But now, I run. Kind of. But I will still never eat mayonnaise.

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Hey friends! I’m Christie and the proud mama of three amazing children, Eden, August, and Titus. We love to watch 80s commercials on YouTube before bed, grilling on the back deck, a good round of Clue, and loudly playing basketball and jumping on the trampoline, keeping our neighbors on their toes. We currently have zero pets because they all seem to run away, I cannot keep real plants alive, and the kids will be in high school, middle school, and elementary school in the fall, so all thoughts and prayers are welcomed and appreciated. Being a part of Knoxville Moms has been such a blast and I have met some incredible women that have since become some of my dearest friends. Take a look at their stories, you’ll love them just as much as I do!

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  1. Love this Christie!! The being alone and having something that is completely mine is a few of the things I love about running. It’s my pace, my run, my time! Keep it up and just run!!

  2. Love this! And I’m so happy this had nothing to do with the election:). I agree, never say never! I’ve had to eat my words a few times! Keep up the running and Oreo eating 🙂

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