...sweating makes me feel good. This is in direct contrast to my opinion of sweat two years ago when I hated it because it made me itchy. I've since learned to embrace the itchy, blotchy, stanky effects, along with my bright red face and overly moist pits.
...it makes me feel strong. This comes in handy when Big Dave asks me to hoist the ass end of his new deer hunting blind into the truck. Unfortunately, this new feeling of strength (that also comes from the weight training) prompts me to spontaneously bust out in fits of flex-o-fabulousness.
... I love connecting with the running community. Like, I've actually made running 'friends' in my hood. Okay, so I don't actually know their names, but I think me and 'Mr. Old Dude Runner Who High Fives When We Pass' and 'Miss Badass Tanktop Abs With the Really Fast Pace' and 'Guy in the Neon Green Shirt with the Baby Stroller' have a pretty good relationship.
We get each other.
In fact, I'll bet they all go straight home and make dumbass poses in the mirror before they get in the shower...
Derrrr... like who doesn't?
...It gives me an excuse to buy fun clothing. Like this sexy little neon orange number I snagged at the Target yesterday. Oh man and the new socks. I positively drool over fluffy new moisture wicking socks. And goodness knows I LOVE my tacky headband collection.
Oh sure, running does a bunch of other cool stuff for me, like burns calories (approx. 100 per mile), improves my cardiovascular system (I've got a pretty wicked resting heartrate) and purifies my mind so I don't burn the house down and make voo doo dolls of my kid's teachers (no Prozac needed thank you).
Yup. I dig it.
Now... anyone know of a half marathon within driving distance? I've got a hankering for a 13.1. ;)