Several weeks ago while standing in line for food, I mentioned to my sister that I was able to complete a mile in 18 minutes. She scoffed at me and said that isn't running that is walking.
I was offended.
Last week I mentioned my indignation at being scoffed at to my brother who runs. He laughed in a "I'm not going to say anything" sort of way. It was a slightly more polite scoff, but a scoff none the less.
I was offended again.
My sister and my brother, aka "The asthmatics" as they love to point out to me, are able runners. They have worked hard to become so. They have run in 5Ks, relays, etc. Even with a potentially fatal breathing condition they are able to out run me by miles.
It hurts...I must admit.
There was a moment, after the scoffs, that I wanted to just give up. Why even try? In fact, I sort of did give up. Running is hard. At least for me anyway. In fact it is the hardest work out activity that I have ever engaged in.
You wanna know what the worst part was? That 18 minutes was down from 22. I had improved and I was proud of that! I sucked as a runner/jogger by 4 minutes less...
Today it was 17 minutes.
