That is some self-control/motivation you have there.

Fun story! (code for me going on a rant)

My homeroom teacher in high school was well trained as hell and put up with a ridiculous amount of shit. Both from the administration and students. Once she said that one of the reasons she loved to run was that she couldn't mark/plan lessons when running and thus did not feel guilty about not doing those things. Ever since then I've associated running with being under pressure and extremely stressed.

I don't think she doesn't enjoy running, and well, I doubt that was why she was running but it was national testing season and she was pretty obviously sleep deprived as hell. Along with all other teachers who had to correct stuff.

One of the teachers who is the kindest person I've ever met and also the person with the lowest self esteem I've ever met. Think Miss Honey. She told us a story that stuck with me - and that was that she had when she was studying to be a teacher gone home for Christmas, eaten Christmas dinner and then went up to her room and studied for the rest of the evening. And here in Sweden Christmas Eve is a big frickin' deal. She told us that story before Christmas break and tild us not to do that because that was self-destructive.

In june she was falling apart and other teachers were basically walking into our classroom and giving her hugs.

Okay, that got off topic fast.

Short story - I associate running with women who were stressed into oblivion and a certain kind of destructive perfectionism.