Here I am, having billed myself as a "runner" on this here blog. Since, ohhhhh, about 2007, when my Sis and I ran our very first race together.
I've written 147 blog posts that mention the word "running".
The last half-marathon I ran was almost a year ago. June 2012. I was disappointed with my effort, and have really never recovered from that letdown.
This year, I have only run in 2 different 5ks. That's it.
Crossfit training definitely has a lot to do with it. For sure. I love knowing that I'm getting stronger with each workout I complete. I love the short (but sustained) bursts of speed and energy that crossfit requires, as opposed to the endurance aspect (which actually does build the more you do crossfit) of long-distance running.
I like being on a schedule. Knowing that my attendance is expected at crossfit class. I'm not good about just going out and running on my own. I can make up a zillion excuses before I hit the pavement.
These days, even the mere thought of going out for a run makes me shudder. I have zero interest right now. Running hasn't felt good to me in awhile. It simply hasn't been enjoyable. And as someone who is constantly pressed for time, I want to exercise in a way that I actually enjoy.
I'm trying to accept it.
Looking down the road though, towards the fall, I can see a glimmer of hope for me and Running. Once the boyz start football, I will have weekday evenings alone while they're at practice (cue the choir of angels singing, please). And if I *were* to perhaps sign up for a fall half-marathon...this would give me motivation to commence a training plan beginning as early as August.
So I guess that Running and I haven't really broken up completely.
We're just on a break right now. And I'm okay with it.