“I used to hate running. I still hate running, but I used to, too”
-Adapted from Mitch Hedberg
My Dad loves to tell one of those annoying Dad stories that you’ve heard way too many times that when I played soccer in grade school my favorite position was goalie because it required the least amount of running. As annoying as this story is to hear over and over, sadly it’s true. This disdain for running followed me throughout my “athletic career”. Running was only bearable to me because it lead to the exhilarating feeling of hitting a perfect forehand down the line, sliding into second base after a hard hit liner in the gap, hitting a wide open 3 on the fast break, or even throwing down the lob for an alley-oop #alternatefact. After my stint on the sophomore basketball team in high school my competitive athletic career wound down to a close. My need for running diminished only to be revived on rare occasions for high school and college intramurals and once the sun set on my intramural career I was left without a reason to run.