I have an unhealthy relationship with running.
Oh, it's not like I'm addicted to it or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. I can take or leave it and mostly prefer to leave it in favor of other cardiovascular exercise, like biking or the elliptical machine.
Because running is a weight-bearing, high-impact exercise, whenever I do it, I'm aware that I could injure myself and get sidelined from the gym. Even my pal Arnold says that, if you're a bodybuilder, your cardio should be low-impact so you don't endanger your training goals with an injury.
And the crazy thing is, nearly every time I do run, I end up tweaking something. A few weeks ago, I ran to the hardware store with a rake handle and my ankle didn't feel right for at least a couple of weeks. "That's it," I said to myself. "No more running for me."
But I live a quarter mile from a great place to run: Portland's Mt. Tabor Park. So I tried it again yesterday. After loping around the lower reservoir a couple of times and humping it up the staircase between the lower and upper reservoirs, I headed home.
Surprise! Now my hip is tweaked. Maybe if I'd warm up or stretch afterward or perhaps wear shoes that cost more than $16, these things wouldn't happen.
Oh sure, these minorest of minor injuries do not impact my other workouts at all, which is why I'm considering an intriguing proposal put forth by one of my oldest friends, who invited me to NYC to run a half marathon with his wife this summer.
* It would be so great to see my old friends.
* Haven't been to New York for close to a decade, and I'm sure my daughter would love to see the city, too.
* It would be fun to train for something as ambitious as a half marathon.
* That dang injury thing.
* New York is kind of spendy for an unemployed student.
So, loyal readers, New York City this summer or not? Can I get myself to the point where I can run 13 miles without putting myself in traction? Weigh in.