Success, but I am not an Athlete
I successfully completely my second 5k in a little over 35 minutes–slower than my first 5k, but I still met my goal of running the whole course. Yea.
I’d really like to end my running career on this positive note because I’m not an athlete. I simply live with five of them. I loathe the taste of Gatorade no matter the flavor, and the smell of dirty socks and sweaty t-shirts makes me almost like doing laundry.
During my training for my first 5k, I had an epiphany. The “runner’s high” that you may have heard about doesn’t exist. It’s a myth perpetuated by the CEOs and sales reps of Dick’s Sporting Goods, Addidas, Nike, among others to sell more sporting goods. Without this myth, these people would be hard pressed to sell a pair of shoes because running is painful and lonely.
I confess. I’m not an athlete. I’m a book worm. I’ll take a freshly cracked-open book and a cup of tea any day. Please. You go run and chase that myth. I’ll sip my tea and turn the page.