It makes my asthma flare up. The feeling of your lungs closing is no fun.
And to be quite honest, I don't look good doing it. Sort of like a wobbly penguin. I swear the boobs throw my balance off.
So why do I run?
I enjoy feeling the sun beating down on my skin. Hearing my own breath. Feeling the beat of my music in sync with my step. Because you can run anywhere at anytime. All you need is your shoes (well, and a sports bra for me). And well, because running is hard for me. So I keep doing it.
The summer in New England is for running.
The outdoor season is short, and I choose to cherish it.
I've definitely been incorporating more running into my summer routine, sometimes opting out of my other group activities in order to hit the pavement on my own.
In early June I got another 5k under my belt in Boston. It was hard to navigate the large crowds and I purposely didn't wear a tracker, but I was proud I ran at a consistent pace. No stops.
I've also been striving for once a week lake runs (4 miles). The pretty scenery helps keep me motivated.
In San Francisco, I was fooled into a 4 mile hilly run through the city with friends. They are evil tall people who made me run 9 minute miles with their long lanky legs.
My big event is coming up! Tough Mudder Long Island on July 22nd.
12 miles, 20 obstacles. As of now, I have a team of four. Though running is not the focus, it's definitely a personal goal to get through the course quicker than two years ago.
Fingers crossed for a sunny day and a great experience.
