Running is a love/hate relationship to me, why do we stick with it? I started as I wanted to get fitter, healthier and possibly lose a bit of fat on the side (not that I have lost any lbs lol). That was August last year, graduating in October with 5k. I was lost with what to do but kept going out twice a week. If I missed going out I would feel huge guilt. If I didn't get time due to life/kids needs I would feel frustrated. In between my run days I would plan routes to try to get up to 10k. I would feel excited at a new route to try the next run but boy do I feel anticipational anxiety on the morning until I have stepped out of the door. My first 5-10mins of my run are full of gremlins shouting 'what are you doing', you'll never do this', 'turn around and go home'! After then the gremlins subside and I am OK with it and enjoying the view. Until any twinges which take some mantras to keep going. Getting to the end of my run feels tiring but hey I feel great. I have achieved and accomplished, what a feeling! It feels great all day and I relax. Looking forward to my next run, I start planning what is next. And so the cycle begins again. Until injury strikes and I feel so frustrated that I cannot run. I see runners everywhere whilst I hobble about. The guilt is huge that I may not get back to running or that I will lose the 10k I have done. When do I get out again? I don't want to try to early and put myself on the couch again or feel the injury again. But if I don't get out will I lose my fitness? I don't know why running makes all these emotions? Why it is in my mind a lot? I don't think I am great at it or obsessed with it. Does running do this to you to?