But for some reason, every May I'm hit with the desire to run. And so I try. I really get into it, for about three weeks. And then it gets hot or it rains one day or I just don't feel like it and suddenly, I'm done. Back to walking.
Running has never come easy to me. I didn't like it as a kid and honestly, I still don't really like it. Why even bother? Because if I can run, even just a short 30 minutes, then I'd accomplish something I've never done before. That would feel good.
Well, it's May again and the bug has hit again. The weather is beautiful and I live by some of the best running areas in the city. Who knows? Maybe this time it will stick. If not, walking will always be there for me.
