Did I do it because I like running? Heck no! I don't even like walking around the house.
Did I do it so I could show off? Ha! I'd rather do anything than have someone see me working out.
Did I do it because I like the feeling of my heart racing after a workout? No. Actually, when that happens, I feel like I'm on death's doorstep. I'd rather not take that vacation, thanks.
So why did I go running today?
1) When I was a child, I had terrible asthma. I was in the hospital 6 times, had three inhalers, and used a nebulizer on a regular basis. Anyone with asthma knows that it's awful, painful, and terrifying at times. I credit my ten years of soccer and nine years of clarinet playing for the departure of my asthma symptoms, due to their help with strengthening my lungs. I had been asthma free from middle school until now. I don't necessarily think that my asthma is back, but I get the symptoms far too often for me to ignore them. I'm scared. I do not want to have to go back to those medications, so I decided to use the remedy that worked for me when I was a kid.
2) I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. It was only 7 minutes, and those were built up during my intervals between walking. Normally, I can't run for more than one straight minute. My longest time today was three straight minutes, and I hardly noticed. I often have to stop because I'm breathing so hard, and even the idea of that keeps me hidden in the house. But today, I wanted to see how far I could go. I honestly could have gone farther, but once my heartbeat hits a certain point, I don't want to push it, just in case it can't yet handle too much exercise.
3) Vanity. Heck yeah, vanity. That scale has been going up for a while, and I want it to go down. I want the lumps around my belly to go away. I want that flat-ish stomach I had in high school. Sure, I probably won't be a skinny minny like that again, but sitting around on the couch certainly won't make me thinner. Running, however, will.
4) I wanted to know what that runner's high is all about. I sure don't have it right now, but I do feel better after my run than I did before, despite my heart racing and my gasping for breath.
I've heard that no one ever regrets a workout after the fact. Today, I asked myself, "Why did I run today?" I just gave my answer. Now, I'm asking myself...
"Why didn't I run yesterday?"