OK, so I have to admit something. I don't LOVE to run.
I read posts here or articles in Runners World or hear running reports from friends where clearly there is love. My sister describes running with words I would use to describe a Caribbean vacation. Or a nap. Not a run. What am I missing? Can I find the love, or is it something that would need to already exist in me? I LIKE to run. I don't dread doing it. It's just my motivation to run has more to do with an upcoming race (I LOVE races) or because I know my calves will look awesome when I wear heels, not because it's a peaceful, zen, one-with-my-inner-self kind of experience.
I kind of wish it were.