Three years ago today I went for a run.
It was not a long run (barely two miles).
It was not a fast run (probably took me about 27 minutes).
It certainly was not an impressive run (and there was lots of walking, and lots of huffing and puffing).
But it was the most important run I ever went on, because it was the FIRST run I ever went on.
years ago today I had lost about 25 pounds in four months, at the
beginning of my journey to get healthy and take care of myself. I was
sick and tired of work out videos and the Wii Fit, and on a whim decided
to head outside and try to go for a run. I had never gone on a run before - I had never run in school or for recreation. But I thought that I surely could
make it around the two-mile loop from my house. I was wrong. I was
humbled. I was exhausted. I was HOOKED. I was determined.
went back out the next day. And the day after that. I was set on making it
around that two mile loop, running the whole way. Running was HARD. My
body was crazy sore. I was still overweight and I was slow. And yet I
loved it. I loved heading out the door early in the morning and being on
my own and free. I loved the feeling of running down the road. I loved
the challenge. I loved the feeling I had after a run. Something inside me clicked.
kept at it. Pretty soon I found that I could run that two mile loop
without walking. So I decided to try and run three miles. I signed up
for a 5k. I finished in 32 minutes and found that I LOVED racing. I
pushed myself to be faster. I ate better. I lost more weight. I read
lots of books about running. I bought real running shoes. I kept going out and running day after day, and kept pushing myself to go further and faster.
Three years ago -
if you had told me that I would run eight marathons in less than 3 year's time...
if you told me that I would qualify for Boston in half of those marathons...
if you told me I would run seven days a week, have 85+ mile weeks and 300+ mile months...
if you told me I would lose over 75lbs...
if you told me I would consider myself an athlete...
if you told me I would be sponsored by Brooks...
if you told me I would have a goal of running in the Olympic Marathon Trials...
if you told me I would be in Runner's World magazine...
if you told me I would run fast...
if you told me I would organize a running club...
if you told me I would be an active member in the online running community...
if you told me I would meet all kinds of amazing and inspiring runners (and friends)...
if you told me I would be the one giving advice and encouragement to lots of beginners...
if you told me I would believe in myself as a person and a runner...
never would have believed any of it. Three years ago I was an overweight girl that
couldn't even run a mile at once. And yet I did all of those things
listed above and many more in three short years.
And that is a large part of why, even though I have a long way to
go and a lot of work to do to be able to qualify for the 2016 Olympic
Marathon Trials, I am feeling confident. I have shown myself that with
determination, commitment, consistency, effort, dedication, heart, faith, and lots of
hard work, I can achieve a lot in three years.
Three years ago today, I became a runner.
Bring on the next three years. :)