First – I hated it.
It hurt. Every mile was drudgery. I had to bargain with myself every step of the way. “If I get to the next telephone pole, I can quit then.” After arriving, I would have to find the next target. It was a matter of survival versus achievement.
Second – I tolerated it.
Okay, it sucks. I just have to get through the miles and it ends. My calories are being burned I guess. There are worse things in life.
Third – I accepted it.
Well, this appears to be a pattern. It’s just a routine like my alarm in the morning. I at least feel okay when I am done. I never feel worse after running than I did before.
Fourth – I loved it.
I really am getting some miles in. This is actually kind of cool. I can’t believe that I am able to accomplish what I have. It is so neat to see the world from this perspective. I have seen these sites while driving, but now I get to see them up close and personal. I really feel a part of things.
Fifth – I need it and it consumes me.
When is there a race? There has got to be something this weekend. What do you mean I have to work late?! That will interrupt my run. Is my latest Runner’s World out? Well, I can check my Twitter feed. Did you see that Brooks and Saucony have new shoes out? How many rest days do I really need? Maybe I can be a triathlete… If I am cross training, it won’t have to count as a rest day, right?!