The reasons people hate running are understandable. It’s hard. There’s physical discomfort. There’s sweat, and there’s definitely stinkiness. There’s the fear of being judged for having wonky form or not being “fast enough.” And did I mention it’s hard?
A lot of people ask me why (or more accurately, Whyyyyyyy?!) I choose to run so much in situations that don’t involve being chased by a bear or chasing after a taco truck. And honestly, it’s a fair question. Running used to be the bane of my existence, and I swore it was absolutely not for me. Somehow, that shifted to running marathons.