One Twenty Five

I am not hardcore, in anything I really do, but especially not in running and working out.

And y’know what? I have zero desire to be ‘hardcore,’ in fact, I never ever want to be classified as a “hardcore runner and/or gym person.” 

I have resigned to the fact that working out/running is something I’ll have to do for the rest of my life, because a) I love food oh-so-very much, and b) my body gains weight when carbs and treats are in a 5ft radius of my booty, but…

I’ll never let working out or running be the only things in my life
I’ll never skip a special occasion to ensure I hit a certain mileage.
I’ll never skip a planned rest day. [Actually, I’ll take every rest day I can get.]
I’ll never hate myself because I couldn’t fit the gym in, as life was too hectic.
I’ll never strive to beat others around me just because…
I’ll never push through an injury, just to say I did it.
I’ll never lose sleep over having to walk on a run. [Or even walking a whole run, for that matter]
I’ll never let working out and running define the person I am.

This is my one life to live, and I’ll always recognize that life is about so much more than working out and fitting my runs in.  If I have the time, and am being a lazy ass, that’s a different story, but I want working out and running to always compliment my life, not be my life… why? simple. I don’t enjoy it enough.

And so, my friends, I’ll never be a “hardcore” athlete, and I am absolutely o.k. with that.