I remember a friend from back in 2000 who would just plow away miles on the treadmill and I found that so crazy. She would be a sweaty mess post workout and it sounded beyond dreadful to me. I was focusing on fitness for the first time in my life for me...and I was taking classes at the gym and doing a little bit of circuit training...running was no where in my radar.
|Running Army Ten Miler over the years|
I think after I finished my first few races my hubby bought me a runner girl sticker for my car. I still had not felt worthy of putting it on my car. I was not a multi time marathoner, I was not fast, I was not out there every day. I was a mom trying to stay sane with her growing family and trying to keep her fitness in check while maybe discovering a passion along the way...uncovering a stronger, more confident girl. I was a runner...no matter what distance or pace...still a runner. No matter how many races you have completed or not completed...you get up and you lace your shoes, and you run...therefore you are a runner.
We often don't know what we love until we lose it. I have yet to lose running to an injury or overall burnout but I can tell you as I have become more immersed into running the days that I take for a rest I go a little stir crazy...I look forward to my run (most days.) I love the release that the run gives me. I love that I know it is something that I can hopefully always have. I love that my family will be active with me during my runs whether biking along side of me, cheering as I do loops on our street or push a jogger along side me. I love that they don't begrudge my run but embrace it as well. I love my relationship with running and who it has molded me into. I love that it has made me a stronger me which allows me to be a stronger mom and partner in crime.
I know that running is not for everyone. I don't think one has to set a goal of running 2000 miles in a year..that was a crazy 2016 for me...but I do think it's worth a try. Not a toe in the water and run away because it's not magical the first time you do it. There are days where I don't feel the run until mile 2 or 3 or sometimes not as all. On those days though I still feel so much better than if I didn't do it at all. For me, I wanted something for just me...another identity...something I could find myself in and dive into a community of people that love the craziness of it all as well. I love that we all have crazy running idiosyncrasies that make us just plan awesome. I love that we support every person at every level and encourage you to try something different or push harder on a day where you wanted to throw in the towel. I love how strong I feel after a race or a hard training run and know that I did that and I can do even more.
|girl in orange 2000|
Nothing changes if nothing changes. Do something different, get uncomfortable, try something new. You never know, you might just find your passion, a new side of you, something that will lead you to amazing people.
Embrace the suck...choose you...you don't know until you try.