Lauren and I attended Blend Retreat (aka a life-changingly awesome blogging retreat) together this past May. I’m jealous she got to go back to Colorado, but delighted she’s letting me take over her blog for a day while she sleeps, no doubt exhausted from all the fun she had.
Today’s topic is running.
I have not always been a runner. In fact, if you ask me if I’m a “runner,” I will probably get all weird and mutter something like, “sorta..er..well I run sometimes.”
I am pretty sure “the mile” run was dreaded every year for me all through high school. Seriously, even when I was young and should have had plenty of energy to do it, I just barely made it every time!
For some reason, the girl who has no talent in running, decided to pick the sport up about a year-and-a-half ago. I couldn’t tell you if it was boredom or a quarter-life crisis (I turned 25 in April..woot!), or reading running blogs, but I thought that I should try to run a half-marathon.
A half-marathon is 13.1 miles for those of you who don’t obsess over running things. That is a lot of miles for someone like me, who just decides to run a half-marathon.
I found a race to run, got online and found a Hal Higdon training plan and decided I would start training and see how it went.
Well, I got kind of addicted to running.
You see, it’s not that the running itself was always awesome. Truth be told, sometimes I felt like I was going to die running. My family would be talking at my funeral, “If only she hadn’t had the dumb idea to train for a half-marathon. Who does that??”
I also found out that when I run hard, my face gets beet red. And I look like I really am going to die at any second.
It wasn’t about how I felt the whole time running, but these little moments.
The moment when I realized I could run a mile straight without walking.
The moment when I ran all the way up a hill without stopping with the best song ever on my ipod.
The moment when I realized I could run in the cold or the rain. Weather would not keep me back!
The moment when I nearly keeled over after running 9 miles. But I survived!
When I did my first (and only to this date) 10K race, which is about 6 miles, it was one of the best moments of my life.
You see it’s not just the running. It’s the confidence I’ve gained in myself physically and mentally. I felt like if I could run 6 miles, I could do anything. Who WOULDN’T want that feeling??
I know, I know, I’ve become a running nerd.
Well, the first half-marathon I signed up for last summer, I hurt my back at work, so I had to sit it out (and was out of work awhile…no bueno). The second one I signed up for this spring, I got a nasty cold from the twins I babysit. I was a little depressed by that one. I worked so hard!! *sigh*
But I’m trying again! I know I can do this and I will keep trying until it happens.
I want more of those moments.
Because I may or may not have a little running addiction on my hands.
Tell me, are you a runner? Why or why not?