I want to post about why I run. I am not a “natural born runner” or someone who even enjoyed working out. In P.E. I was always one of the last to finish our timed runs and never completed the 2 miles in 20 minutes. In fact, I cursed most of my teachers (in my head) wanting to yell at them for making me workout when they looked like they needed to get down and do 50.
When I was in high school I had one teacher that was very encouraging. She was actually in shape and understood that everyone is at a different fitness level. As long as you tried, you got a good grade. She taught aerobics and she managed to make it FUN. She also gave us mini nutrition lessons which peaked my interest.
At 5’5.5 and 145-150lbs I wasn’t one of the biggest girls but definitely on the heavy side. One Summer I went to Russia and lost about 10lbs so I was down to 135. I knew I wanted to keep that off so I started watching what I was eating little by little. I stopped eating French fries from the school cafeteria as my lunch and buying the 3 for $1 cookie deal. I wasn’t super healthy but I was healthier.
Senior year of high school I began running/walking. I enjoyed it because it was something I HATED and eventually it became a little easier. It made me feel accomplished. All those years of “I can’t do it. I’m not athletic enough. I am not talented. It’s too hard. I can’t even do 2 miles in 20 minutes to get a good grade” and I was fighting those thoughts. By the time I left for college I was between 125-130lbs and felt good. I was able to run (slowly no doubt) 5 miles. I felt exhausted afterwards, but I could do it!
During college running wasn’t regular but still happened a few times a month. I did P90X my sophomore year but I did gain weight because I still snacked at night too much. Chips (Stacy’s pita chips) and dried fruit were my weakness. I didn’t return to school after that year but got engaged! I was only working about 25 hours a week and living at home so running became extremely regular. I started training for my first half marathon (which I competed about a month after our wedding) and felt so accomplished.
Every time I reached a new distance I was so encouraged and honestly, impressed. I remember the first time I did 7 miles. It seemed like such a impossible number but I DID IT. I RAN 7 miles. I was beat red, sweaty and tired but did it. I was elated. It felt like a milestone.
Since that half I have done more events a couple 10k’s, a full marathon and am currently training for my second full. Running feels like its a part of me now. It’s not my identity but I feel blessed to enjoy something that seemed so impossible for me to do. I beat it.
Every mile I run is an accomplishment
Some days I enjoy it, some days it feels like the last thing I want to do. I am still not one of those runners who can wake up at the same time everyday and do the same amount of miles. Snuggling in the bed with my husband will entice me to skip a run or postpone it or a vacation week (like last week….) will feel nice and bad at the same time. But I just jump back on the horse ASAP.
Anybody can run you just need determination and discipline.