I Love No Running Rules Rules

Football fans (soccer in North America) will have to forgive my laissez faire attitude when it comes to football.  But I figured out why I like running so much. 

I decided that since I was going to England, I should do what British people do.  So I started watching Coronation Street.  And love it.  I was fortunate enough to find a magazine while I was there that had stuff coming up on Coronation Street.  And since we are about a year behind here in Canada, boy will I ever be prepared.

And with the very first hotel I stayed in being right beside the Chelsea Football pitch, I decided to give football a try too.  I almost bought the Gazelle a Chelsea football shirt.  But didn’t.

But it was while watching the game between Liverpool and Arsenal that I figured out why I LOVE running.  No rules. 

Ok, some rules.  Like you have to start and stop at the line.  Oh and you can’t take a cab when you are doing the Boston Marathon, unless you want to be disqualified.

But other than that.  Those are the rules.  I can run as many times a week as I want to and no one is going to point out the rule that says I have to run 3.957 times a week.

And there is no rule that says I can’t enjoy the scenery when I’m running.  I’ve said it before, but what an experience running in Hyde Park.

And my favourite non-rule.  I can make friends where ever there are runners gathered.

Oh and for the record the Liverpool and Arsenal game ended in a draw.  Who knew there were even special football words.  I always thought it was a tie. Excuse me while I go work on a fartlek.