I am not

I am not the kind of girl who wears $80 wicking spandex reflective pants.
I am not the kind of girl who wears a fanny pack -- no matter how effectively it may hold a water bottle.
I am not the kind of girl who eats a chocolate bar half way into a two and 1/2 hour workout to give me enough calories to finish.
I am not the kind of girl who enjoys making small talk with people twice my age, with whom I have nothing in common, for hours while sweating.
And I am not the kind of girl who likes running a brutally-fast speeds for dozens of kilometers.
In short, I am not the kind of girl who runs half-marathons.

After months of running outside in the cold, on ice and snow with constant knee and ankle pain, I finally gave up on my half-marathon training class. And I'm so glad I did.

Some of the people I ran with think of themselves as "athletes." I don't want to be an "athlete." I just want to love being outside, running, walking, roller-blading or laying in a hammock. My whole life feels shinier now that I've stopped forcing myself to do something I hate.