I know a lot of people who love running. Running, for them, means peace: they crave it when they’re overwhelmed, and they look forward to vacations because vacations mean they get to run more. They love it so much, and seem so happy when they do it, that I have occasionally thought, “Maybe I should try running! It can’t be that bad, right?” And then I put on my running shoes (which I usually only wear to Target and the grocery store), get out to the park and start putting one foot in front of the other. It usually takes approximately 90 seconds for me to realize that jogging is the worst thing ever, a travesty that goes against thousands of years of human evolution. I look at my running-loving friends and feel like I’m staring into madness personified. To quote the immortal Mugatu, “I FEEL LIKE I’M TAKING CRAZY PILLS.”
Look, I know that running is really good for you, what with all the burning calories and strengthening bone mass and preventing type 2 diabetes and some cancers and heart disease, but I can’t help it. I hate it and I won’t do it and you can’t make me. Here are just a few reasons that running is the worst:
1. Risk of Injury
has many health benefits, but it’s also a high-impact sport that can cause serious injuries, including Runner’s
Knee, plantar fasciitis, Achilles tendonitis, shin splints, and stress
fractures. In fact, according to the Cleveland Clinic, 60
percent of runners experience injuries severe enough to make them lessen or
cease their running. A newsletter for the Harvard Medical School describes the impact of running as opposed
Each time they land, runners subject their bodies to a stress equal to about three times their body weight. In just one mile, a typical runner’s legs will have to absorb more than 100 tons of impact force. It’s a testament to the human body that running can be safe and enjoyable. At the same time, though, it’s a testament to the force of gravity that walkers have a much lower (1% to 5%) risk of exercise-related injuries than runners (20% to 70%).
There are lots of sports that have the same health benefits of running, without the same risk of injury, including swimming, cycling, and that old favorite, walking.
2. It’s so BOOORRING
Jogging is just so goddamn boring. Seriously, it’s “left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot” over and over and over and over. The boredom of running makes me focus on the pain it causes. In some sports, I can distract myself from my straining muscles and wheezing breath by focusing on competition, the changing routine, or the shift from one exercise to another. But with running, there’s nothing to keep me from obsessing over how much the whole thing hurts.
3. For ladies, there can be…bouncing issues
be honest, for many women who are amply endowed, running is simply not
comfortable; having one’s breasts bouncing with every step isn’t sexy or fun.
One could work to find an ultra-heavy duty sports bra to strap down those
suckers, or one could…. you know, just
4. Some of us run like crazy people
some of us, “running” means flailing about like a fish pulled suddenly out of
water. It’s better and safer for everyone to keep that particular bodily
movement locked down.
5. Running is not the friend of clumsy people
people (ahem, me) are naturally clumsy. If you’re someone who is prone to
accidents, running is a particularly bad idea: otherwise, instead of simply
walking into that low-hanging tree branch, you’ll barrel into it at top speed.
6. Where is the motivation?
Where am I running to? What am I running from? Am I simply a machine, spinning and spinning like a hamster in a wheel? What is the point of this run? What is the point of anything? Nothing brings on an existential crisis like a jog around the park.
7. Runners can be like creepy cult members
Sometimes running can seem like a cult. Of course, most runners are perfectly nice, normal people, even if they are in annoyingly good shape. But some runners—especially those who train for long distances—seem to approach running as a religion, and see themselves as evangelists, pulling lonely, vulnerable sheep into the fold. No, sir, I do not want to train with you at six in the morning; no, I do not care about your runner’s high; and, no, I will not eat one of those weird energy gel pack things. (Seriously, what are those?)
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