All I wanted to do yesterday was run. It was the perfect day: sunny, warm yet crisp. I went to yoga instead, hoping some stretching would do my body good and help this knee heal up in no time. All of your amazing comments made me feel so much better too.
But then I got to thinking. How did I get here? How do I now LOVE to run?!
Not too long ago I thought…
I could never run for “fun”.
I could never run far, fast or long.
I could never get up early to run.
I could never be by myself for that long… just. running.
But this summer, I laced up, hit the pavement and haven’t looked back.
Graduation meant no more basketball which meant no more “organized fitness”… practices, games, tournaments, conditioning, weight training. I was on my own. So what to do? Sitting on the couch is not an option for me. I love being active and wanted to stay in shape so I started to run. Why running? Because it seemed simple enough: get dressed, tie shoes and go. No equipment required (ahem, that changed), no membership, no schedule, nobody else. Sounds good to me.
But running quickly turned into more than a “workout.” It was the most inexpensive kind of therapy. This summer was hard. I moved back home, started my first job, broke-up with my first love, rekindled friendships (and made new ones) but it was hard. And things are still not easy (when are they ever) or perfect. But running helped me. Running helps me. Some people take to wine or chocolate when things are tough (both great options) but me, I took to running.
At first I ran for 20 minutes. Then I ran for 25 minutes. Then I ran for 30 minutes. Now I’m running for nearly two hours and running my first half-marathon this weekend. I never, ever thought I’d be able to do this. I’d watch runners trotting along the Charles River in awe. In admiration. In desire.
So what changed?
I took the first step.
Clearly running is not always unicorns and rainbows. Sometimes it sucks. Sometimes you just don’t want to go. Sometimes you run in the dark and the cold. Sometimes you run in the pouring rain and are miserable. Sometimes you do it again because you’re crazy. Sometimes you admit that mother nature wins this round and run on the treadmill instead. Sometimes your body hurts.
But that’s only sometimes.
Running is truly an amazing thing. Running is my time. Running makes me feel good. Running makes me feel strong. Running makes me feel like I am unstoppable. I cannot even describe how I feel after a good run — it’s truly that “high.”
I am proud to call myself a runner and all you need to do is take that first step.
Thank you for all of your kind words and encouragement — I promise I will get back to the food tomorrow :)
Questions of the day…
How did you start running?
What motivates you?
Do you think you will take the first step towards running, or anything?
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