it takes a certain type of personality to be able to enjoy running. i know people who run because they have some agenda, whether it be to lose weight, stay in shape or something alike-- to put it short, they run because it's something you do-- but they don't particularly enjoy it, or even like it.
i understand why somebody doesn't like to run for fun -- god forbid if i were forced to go to an aerobic class or play ice-hockey (or pretty much any team sport for that matter). running it is, after all, a very solitary, dull and repetitive form of exercise, and like i mentioned above it certainly is not meant for everybody. especially when it comes to long-distance running the type of your personality comes into play -- i know there are people who have willed themselves to train and run a marathon, for example, but how boring and awful must that have been, to try and motivate yourself for quite a lengthy period of time to do something you don't really like all that much -- on your free time above all things.
i do sometimes think i'm slightly autistic or somehow simple-minded to find such joy from the seemingly very uninteresting activity, to the point that i actually do rather get up at 5.30 am on a cold november morning after a not-so-good night's sleep in order to go out and run -- not because i wish my ass to get smaller but because i want to go; because i prefer to. because i like it.
i think i am truly fortunate.
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