I am not a runner. I hate it with my entire being (particularly my muscles). But, for some crazy reason, I aspire to love it. In high school, my brother ran cross country and track. His biggest struggle when he started was what he calls mind over matter. My Dad told him to choose a point in the distance that he could see and run to it. Upon, arriving at that point he was to choose another and run to that one. I thought it was stupid, and ignored it to go read some wonderful book. Oh how I should have listened.
Last year for my birthday I decided to accomplish one of my bucket list running goals, a 10k. This idea may rank on my ' top ten worst ideas ever' list; right between eat a liverwurst sandwich and drive to Kansas City in a snowstorm. While I survived all 3 of these fiascoes, I am forever changed by all of them- especially the liverwurst. ;)
In an apparent sub-conscious self punishment for eating liverwurst I found myself training to run a 6.2 mile race. I started out running almost a mile in almost 15 minutes. By the end of my training I had accomplished (drum-roll please) 4 miles. That's 2.2 short of the final distance. The night before the race arrived and my pre-event jitters kept me up half the night.
The morning of the race dawned and I found myself going to the event despite the list of reasons I shouldn't piling up in my mind. Then, I ran. And I hated it. Around 2 miles into the torture (that I paid to participate in) I slowed down to a walk and wondered what on earth I had been thinking. At that moment, I walked past some random guy with a white board reading "Run, pray, and run some more".
D'oh! Why didn't I think of that?! So I prayed and bam! a random memory surfaced. Pick a point in the distance and run to it. So I did. I did it again and again and I finished a race and ran farther than I had ever run before. I also started forming a philosophy that has begun to shape my life. Your perspective defines your quality of life. Or in other words, how you look at things determines how much you enjoy them. The moral of the story? Don't eat liverwurst sandwiches ;)