I have two habits that can manifest in self destructive ways:
- Furious addiction to sweets. In the absence of peer pressure, I will devour entire cakes/cartons of ice cream/boxes of donuts, etc.
- Fanatically obsessive, but ultimately fleeting, interest in new hobbies.
I have never been a fast runner. I have enjoyed various levels of success in sport throughout my life (was decent at soccer before headers became a thing, bad at baseball, good at swimming, terrible at cross country, good at basketball before injury and poor rehabilitation, decent at ultimate frisbee, awful at all racket sports), but it isn't really the competition or conquest that draws me to distance running.
When I warm up by walking around my neighborhood, my head is clear. When I am running in my neighborhood, the rhythm of steps and breaths is relaxing.
Looking for workout plans makes clickbait advice unavoidable. Measuring speed by "ability to hold a conversation", or "imagining I am in a music video" sound insane to me, because they are the last thing I want.
When I run, I want to be alone.
...I do kind of want to blog about exercise, diet, goals, etc. though. Or at least make fun of articles about running that begin with twee asides about hunting recipes for paleo pancakes (and then sharing one that uses vanilla... picturing some version of the Vegan Police from Scott Pilgrim here).
