I took up running at RIT. It was too cold to bike (if I'd even had my bike with me at the time), and I wanted to stay in shape (for biking).
I hated running. I hated every minute I spent running. But every morning, I'd trudge through the cold and snow to the campus gym and run silent laps in the tiny 1/8th mile two-lane track suspended in the cold air over the basketball courts. Then, poor and bored living in Poughquag, I'd just run along the highways for hours at a time, both for exercise and just to pass the endless empty time.
Somehow I began to enjoy running.
Some of you know that many months ago I began an experiment. I resolved to run, rather than walk, everywhere. The only limitations were:
1. If I was with other people
2. If I had a good reason not to (crowded sidewalk, fancy dress, pouring rain, carrying shit, etc...)
I've kept it up for a long while up to this point.
Two days ago, I began something new. I'm going to attempt to run a 5k every single day no matter what is going on in my life. I've run two so far, and this evening I will run a third.
I've resolved to attempt to keep this streak going for as long as possible for no particular reason