Every so often when I talk about running, I hear you say, "I wish I could run like that."
Well, I am here to tell you that you can.
I know, there is always an excuse.
I know there is always a pain.
I know there is always a barrier.
I know this because I was there.
10 years ago, I rarely WALKED a mile.
During college, I made it to the gym on occasion because I was sick of being told that I could stand to lose a few pounds, that I was pleasantly plump or that I would be so pretty if I just lost some weight. But I didn't fall in love with the gym because I wasn't doing it for myself. I was doing it for someone else.
After college, I met my future husband. His family was active and happy and fit. I wanted that, for me and my future family.
I started by walking the loop around my apartment complex. It never amounted to much. And then, I started jogging just a few paces. Then a little more and a little more. I added a little distance each time I made it out and before I knew it, I was running. I signed up for a 5K and was so dissapointed with my time (34:00 plus) and the way I felt, that I vowed I would never do that again. But, I did.
And the more and more I did it, the more it got into my blood. I signed up for 5K after 5K. I tried to beat my times. I decided to run 13.1 miles, and I am certain people doubted me. But your body is an amazing machine. It will do what you tell it to. Build it little by little. Baby steps.
It got in my blood. I started biking and swimming and did a triathlon.
I am pretty sure that when you say I am crazy, what you really mean is that I am dedicated.
What makes it work? Determination and a supportive and encouraging running partner (which can be like finding a life partner).
Even after two kids, I just finished my third half marathon. If I had kept saying I can't, I never would have.
Even after two kids, I just finished my third half marathon. If I had kept saying I can't, I never would have.
So...like Nike would say...just do it.
Me and my running pal, Marie, after a 10 mile race.
