5 years ago I was sitting in the car with my friend Simone and she was telling me how much she loves running. It released her from her stresses. I replied with…. I don’t understand how running feels good AT ALL. You are crazy, it makes no sense to me.
My dad always ran and my family was always saying “you are addicted to running, this is terrible, you need to stop, its bad for you.”
My dad didn’t stop. He kept running. He basically did what he always does. he replied with a “yeah yeah yeah” and did what he wants. Why? Because my dad is a grown up. He gets to choose his own hobbies, his own passions and his downtime spent freely from obligations.
Go Dad, you rock!
I met a runner who runs marathons…get this…FOR FUN. Seriously? Do you know how far that is? Dude, 42.2 km is FREAKING FAR! I didn’t give him the proper respect. I was all….big deal, so you run. So do lots of people. But the more I listened and understood, the more the Kool-Aid tasted better. I drank enough Kool-Aid that I wanted to give running a try.
Boom, 5 years later I am a bonafide Runner.
I have a Pie Run tomorrow. I get to go for a run and they will give me PIE at the finish line. Seriously….who doesn’t like Pie? I’ll run for pie.
I told my pal about the Run for Pie – the same guy who runs marathons for fun. He said “Pie? That has to be one of the best foods available a race course! But there was one time I had a sub, there was these people….”
We exchanged race stories.
Then we thought, this might be a fun podcast.
So he pressed the record button on one of our conversations.
Suddenly, not only am I a runner, but I am a podcast host who talks about running.
Weird how life takes you down paths so unexpected.
You can find my podcast Running Coast 2 Coast here:
If you like it, please leave a review. If you hate it, please leave a review with WHY. Whys are important for growth.
We are 3 podcasts published and have lots ready to roll out. Even if no one listens, we are having fun. AND I get to talk about running, my next favourite thing to running.
Doing stuff I like and having fun. Can’t get better that that.
Dad’s are smart. Well, mine is. Thanks Dad.
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