Wednesday, August 31, 2005

The Running Man

Let me just tell you how much I hate running. I probably run about 15-20 miles a week in a normal week, and I hate running. I'm not a bad runner. I'm actually pretty average. The problem is, I can think of at least 5 unpleasant things I would rather do than run. As a matter of fact, here's the list:

1. Go to the dentist. I don't floss, so going to the dentist is painful for me. I would still rather go to the dentist than run four miles (the normal run here in C Battery). The dental clinic here has a technician who is at least 100 lbs overweight and has man-hands, so you feel like someone's trying to cram sausages in your mouth and then poke you with sharp metal things, and you know what? I would STILL rather go to the dentist than run.

2. Clean the garage.

3. Sit through a three-hour meeting. I have a superior officer who is my Battalion Executive Officer. I'll call him Chuck. He will happily talk for three hours about NOTHING, and then expect us to know everything that's going on in the Battalion (that's a lot of people and events). He also loves Power Point. By contrast, it takes me about a half hour to run 4 miles. The meeting is better.

4. Speaking of Power Point, I would rather make up a 45-minute Power Point presentation about ANYTHING than run. I would rather do a presentation about running than actually run.

5. I would rather eat crappy Mexican food and get the runs than actually run. At least with the runs, I'd get some reading done.

Yeah, I'm lame. Here's how lame. I was feeling motivated the other night and so I got on the treadmill, thinking that I would run while watching one of my favorite shows, The Closer. I set it to a 9-minute mile pace (very slow) thinking that I would run 4 miles and the show would be just about over. I did two miles easily, and could have run more with no problems, but I was so bored that I just quit. Not because I was tired or hurt or anything, but because I was bored. Lame.

How do you feel about running?

9 comments:

~j. said...

I had runner's high, maybe once or twice, when I took my first BYU class - Jogging. That runner's high was great - better than chocolate. I just don't think I'm willing to do what it takes to get there again. Should I just make brownies? It's the same thing.

I admire runners. I wish I loved to run. I also wish I had a million dollars.

cabesh said...

Things I would rather do than run: shred credit card offers, wait in line and the DMV, speak in sacrament meeting, clean the diaper pail

La Yen said...

You have NEVER cleaned the garage. You are a nip. But I love you anyway.
Anyways, I have to go bath the baby. Supposably she is covered in bananas and such.

AzĂșcar said...

The only way I can actually run is on the treadmill with a magazine, book, and a TV. When I used to go to the gym (pre-William) I went there for the 17 million TVs at my treadmill's disposal.
My mom said to me the other day, why don't you just go outside and run?
I looked at her as if she had worms crawling out of her face.

(Hey Waldo)

Rickster from the Bus said...

So I went for this fancy job interview in Indiana in which they asked me like 4 times if I like to jog... I don't, but I lied through my teeth... Strange though... April thinks its code for some sort of promiscuous activity.

~j. said...

Ricky, are you moving to Indiana?!

La Yen said...

Is he a goer? Does he go? Is he interested in photography? nudge nudge, wink wink..

~j. said...

know what i mean? know what i mean?

katie j. said...

I looooooooooove to run.