I think I’ve always been a runner at heart. I’ve always wanted to run but I never really had the motivation or reason to run. I tried to run in middle school but it hurt. I had shin splints and I gave up. If I had the knowledge back then that I had now…
There was never a coach explaining the things I could do to help the pain, to ease into the runs, to condition my body correctly. Google just wasn’t as thing. I couldn’t just research this stuff on the internet or browse for coaches.
I don’t come from a family of health nuts. I come from a family of quick fixers. I wanna lose weight but I’m not doing THAT.
So now as an adult in my 30s I struggle. So yes I signed up for a half marathon. Why did I do it? Because I want to run, I really want to run but that crazy 1 track mind dedication is just not stamped in my brain. But if I pay for something by God I will get my money’s worth.
So as the end of week 1 training is just around the corner, I experienced for the first time running from the heart. My legs hurt, my chest burned, I was thirsty, I was tired….then I saw my car. I knew I was almost done. So I ran & ran hard, it was a moment in my head where the last hour paid off & no matter what my body felt like, it did all 4.5mi, without even thinking of giving in. And then there was the happiness as every time I run, I slowly shed time off my miles. And I didn’t feel full of anxiety like normal. Nothing in the world mattered at that moment.