With a new site name comes a new page! I figured it was finally time to include a “running” page on the blog.
Here you’ll find a compilation of all my posts about running as well as my story as to how I came to become a runner. Hope you enjoy!
My Running Story
I have certainly not always been a runner. I was that girl in middle school on Friday afternoons who would find every excuse possible to get out of the weekly “mile runs” around the school building. And if I couldn’t get out of it, I’d walk, cheat and drag my feet through it. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy being active or was opposed to sports. Running for me just didn’t come naturally. And for a long time that meant I despised it. I opted to play tennis, golf, softball and soccer instead. The idea of going out simply to run was about as appealing as choosing brussels sprouts over cheesecake.
My running journey began in 2008. I had just gotten out of an abusive relationship and was at my lowest emotional and physical point in my life. For some reason, I turned to running as an escape. Maybe because it was easy in the sense that all I needed was a pair of sneakers and I could be out the door and on my way. If I was feeling upset, I’d run. If I was feeling down, I’d run. If I felt angry, I’d run. At first it was a few blocks but it quickly turned into a few miles. And before I knew it I found myself enjoying runs. I’d look forward to lacing up my Asics and hitting the asphalt. I knew that no matter what was weighing me down as I left my door that day, that by the end of the run I’d be refreshed, renewed and lightened.
Running still doesn’t come easily to me. I struggle to maintain a 10 minute mile. It took me 4 years to ever attempt to run 3 miles without stopping. I’ve worked through runner’s knee, extra flexibility from pregnancy that’s made it easy for me to misalign my pelvis, pregnancy itself, exercise induced asthma, sprained ankles, inclement weather and that rude little voice that comes in my head saying “you can’t do it”.
But through it all, 5 years later, I’m still running and I’ve learned to love it. I’ve learned to enjoy it and to appreciate what my body can do. I’ve learned it doesn’t matter if I run a 20 minute mile or a 7 minute mile, it’s still a mile. I’ve learned that even when I’m dragging my butt I’ll feel better having just taken that first step out the door. That even my worst run is better than all the runs I’ve skipped. I’ve learned you don’t have to run marathons, take off at the speed of light or be skinny to be a runner. Just lacing up your shoes and getting out there, be it on the asphalt or the treadmill, makes you a runner.