You Don’t Have to Like Running

My wife has the only psychosis that I envy. She loves to run.

That’s not entirely true.

She needs to run. In the same way that I need oxygen and Facebook needs your phone number, she runs.

I’ve gone running before. There’ve been a few times in my life where I was running two or three miles a few times a week. I was happy that I was doing it, but doing it was the worst.

Maybe I didn’t get myself to the point of runner’s high. Or I might have an irreversible bad attitude about running. In any case, it didn’t stick, and I don’t have any plans to make running a regular part of my life again.

When I started weight training in 2015, I finally felt like I was enjoying exercise. I’ve been at it 5 or 6 days a week since then. I really like it. Which means that it’s not exercise that I don’t like. I’m not lazy. Mostly.

It’s just that I really don’t like running.

I don’t like it.

It feels empowering to say it.

Say it with me…


Put the handclap emoji in between every word like you MEAN it.


And that’s OK.

Which isn’t to say you shouldn’t like running. I wish that I did.

Just don’t be exercise normative.

And stop closing the whole city to run 5k.