The Love-Hate Relationship with Running

Why We Do It Even When We Hate It

The American pursuit of wellness can sometimes feel like a relentless hamster wheel. Unlike when I visited or lived in countries like Portugal and Australia, where movement is woven into the fabric of daily life, squeezing in exercise here often requires a herculean effort.

I fondly remember the charming Lisbon hills that I could conquer on foot albeit breathless at times. Some of the more massive inclines had my higher self reminding me to take it one step at a time. It was all worth it when surrounded by beautiful landscapes and a myriad of amazing cafes or restaurants for refueling. I recall the Australian bike paths and extensive public transport system that beckoned me to leave the car behind. In those environments, staying active felt effortless.

Back in the States, however, the struggle is real. So here I am, lacing up my sneakers once again. My husband exclaiming, “Ooooh the Nikes are out, ” my I mean business exercise sneakers. I went on a run-walk interval session with my furry companion, Kimi. The prospect of battling the New England summer sun and pushing my body to its limits isn't exactly thrilling to me ever. Yet, there's a strange allure to running.

As I soldiered through the workout, each labored breath and pounding footfall felt like a mini-protest. My inner monologue was a litany of complaints: the unforgiving sun, the burning legs, the questionable life choices that led me here. But then, the magical words: "Workout complete."

An inexplicable wave of triumph washed over me. The struggle, the grumbles, the sweat – all of it somehow added up to a victory. It's this perplexing paradox that keeps runners coming back for more, I assume. We (wait, they, I won’t claim to be a runner yet) punish ourselves, only to feel this immense sense of accomplishment when it's all over.

Who knows how long this running phase will last? But for now, I'll savor this bittersweet win and head to the pink patio on Atwells Ave to meet up with one of my faves. Maybe my friend, the avid runner, can shed some light on this love-hate relationship with running.

After all, sometimes the most rewarding things in life are the ones that challenge us the most.