I hate running. No, no, make that I abhor running, or at least what running represents to me. All through elementary school I dreaded that time every spring when we all had to go out and run a mile. I was not an athletic child by any stretch and I remember wondering what I could do to get out of the run. But, no matter what I thought of, nothing was plausible and I would be forced to run, always being the last to finish while all my classmates sat and waited for me. As I have grown out of my childhood insecurities, I've found that I do enjoy sports and physical activity.... except running. I will do aerobics for two hours gladly before I would run a mile. But now that I'm home and my parents have a treadmill, I am going to attempt to conquer the stigma that running has for me.
It's kinda like some of my students that come to me and believe that they are bad readers. In fact, I had a student say to me, "I suck at reading". Because he believed this of himself, he then didn't put in effort to improve because he felt he couldn't. Drawing the obvious parallel to running, I have long believed myself to "suck at running" and so have never really pushed myself to try. This summer I am setting the goal that I would attempt to run 5 out of 7 days. I am home for 5 weeks, so that should be a total of 65 miles by the end of the month. I may never be someone who loves to run, but there's no reason why I should fear it.