I do not run. I am not a runner. I do not enjoy running.
And yet, I find myself running.
I keep asking why I'm torturing myself as I trudge along on the treadmill and I think I've figured it out.
I'm surrounded by runners. They're on my Facebook feed, on the sidelines at my kids' soccer games, they're my neighbors, my friends, my daughter and my sister-in-law. I'm married to one for heavens sake.
But these people aren't nagging me to run or spending hours preaching the virtues of running. They aren't even quietly suggesting I give running a try.
They're just running.
Sometimes they love it, sometimes they don't. Sometimes they post photos of elation at the finish line of a half-marathon. Sometimes they just wave as they run past my house.
At hubbub we talk alot about the phenomenon that people tend to emulate those who they spend the most time with. Good or bad, we develop the same habits as the people surrounding us. That's why it's so important to surround yourself with a community of people who share your goals and habits when you're trying to make healthy changes to your life.
I've been exercising more and eating healthier recently and that seems to be fueling my desire to exercise even more and eat even healthier. So one day when I was struck with the urge to go for a run, I did it. And it didn't kill me, it actually felt ok. So I did it again.
I still don't consider myself a runner. It's just one of the things I'm doing to make myself healthier.
I'm not a runner but I run.