I’ve shared a bit of my running journey with you, partly because I need to document my progress
or lack thereof and partly because I know so many of you are already runners and I need your support. Whatever the reason, since I took on my running challenge in April by running a 5k and started training for my first Half Marathon EVER, I have seen some remarkable progress.
I have to admit I am pretty darn proud of myself !
Since running that 5K, I have signed up for two half marathons and a 10K! I’ll be running in the Bull City Race Fest in October and then taking on the (now sold out) Glass Slipper Challenge during the Disney Princess Half Marathon weekend in February 2014! Having these commitments in the books (and already paid for) is some serious motivation to get out the door. I remarked to someone (probably many people) that what I was missing from running was the goal aspect of a race.
As a mother to young children, my life is full of unfinished business. Nothing is EVER done. And as a hugely task-oriented person, I often find myself frustrated. When I set out to try running again, it was out of a need to exercise (we had just canceled the gym membership), a desire to push through a wall, and a curiosity of whether I might ever be able to enjoy the sport.
In the past three months, I have been running 2-4 times each week from 30 minutes to an hour+ depending on the distance. I have learned all about my neighborhood, listened to music, watched the sun rise, and realized that I am better running 5 miles than 3. This weekend I ran 6 miles for the first time in my life and actually managed a new PR (personal record) at an 11:34 pace!
I am amazed at my progress and determined with a real sense of pride to keep going.
My weight loss that started in December has somewhat stalled since I began running, but I still feel much more fit and strong. I am working on the appetite that comes along with being a runner and trying to have good choices on hand.
Most of all, I feel connected. When my alarm goes off at 5:15am on my running days, I groan just like a normal person (because DUH 5am!) but then I remember that alarm was set because I want this. I WANT this.
And that’s when I realized that I am no longer trying to run.
I am a runner.