Once upon a time, there lived a girl who had dreams of becoming a runner. Lurking from the elliptical, she envied the toned girls who just kept going..and going..and going on those treadmills – and didn’t seem suicidal.
I want to be like them, she thought.
Slowly but surly, this timid fitness novice made her way over to a treadmill. Believing that she was the most fascinating person in the gym, she was confident that everyone was looking at her and judging each pathetic stride.
To be brief, it didn’t go well.
This girl compared the feeling of running to that of being tortured and killed slowly. Like someone puncturing her lungs with a needle prick and watching her suffocate.
But she kept doing it.
She ran her first 5K in 43 minutes – and hated it.
She ran her first 10K in 59 minutes – and hated it.
She ran her first (and let’s be honest, only) half marathon in 2 hours and 12 minutes – and hated it.
Why’d she stick with it?
Because she wanted to be like someone else.
She wanted to be the person who felt at peace while running, but instead she was angry the entire time. She was chasing the runner’s high she’d read about hundreds of times – but it never came.
So what’s the moral of this story? Don’t do fitness with the goal of becoming someone or something that you’re not.
Find what works for you. Then you’ll find that peace, that fitness high.