Hello and welcome to my very first blog post! I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences.
A couple of years ago I really started thinking about running. I used to run in high school and college, and even a little afterwards, but that had been a long time ago. One of my friends kept inviting me to run with her, and she was always talking about how much fun the races were. I kept turning her down. One day I just decided I would go try. I was so out of shape that it was miserable! I don’t know what clicked inside of me, but I was determined to become a runner. I was tired of just coming home from work and sitting around all night. I started running several days a week. But, by running, I mean jogging and mostly walking at first. I tried the couch to 5K app, and I didn’t really like it. So, I just started pushing myself to run to the next mailbox, or the next, or to the end of the road, and so on. I would set little goals for myself and I would push to meet them. I kept doing this until I was seeing that I was going further without stopping. I don’t know how long it took me, but one day I could actually run 3 miles without stopping. My friend got me to sign up for a race with her. She was so excited, my husband was so excited, and my family was so excited. I was terrified! I was so self-conscious that I didn’t want to run where anyone could see me. I had only been running on a side road by my house. There wasn’t ever anyone outside, so it didn’t bother me. But, to run where people could actually look at me scared me. I guess I was worried that if I had to stop and walk that someone might see me and judge me?! I don’t know, it’s ridiculous, but it’s really what I thought.
So, I ran the race and I did AWFUL! The absolute worst time that I have ever had. (somewhere around 35 mins) I know I should be proud that I actually finished it, and I am. But, I was so embarrassed by my time. I knew I could do better, and it made me more determined to try harder. I started pushing myself harder, and running more. I made myself run at least 5 days a week, and I even started running some with my friend. But, I was so afraid that if I had a bad run, I would cause her to have one too. I know that was silly, and that it was more about just being together than running. The next month, I ran another race and I ROCKED it! I was so proud of myself. I finished in 27:08. After this, I was addicted. I loved the feeling of accomplishment that I got after finishing a race.
I still kept running 5k’s with my friend, but I also started adding more miles in my daily runs. This helped me to start making healthier choices with food. I started listening to my body and realizing that I can’t eat a hamburger and fries at lunch and then try to run 5-6 miles that afternoon. I also realized that it didn’t do me any good to get up and run several miles and then go eat a huge meal afterwards. I also started drinking a ton more water. I started to feel better, and my runs were actually becoming easier.
This has been a long journey for me, but one that I am proud of. Anytime I start to feel down or not very motivated to run, I think about how far I’ve come. In the next posts, I will share more about my running adventures in the last couple of years.