I’m sure yesterday provided some reader’s with a glimmer of hope that I would finally shut the f up about running. Sorry – but I may be on the verge of an addiction.
I wasn’t always this way. In fact – I once faked an asthma attack during lacross try-outs in the 9th grade because they wanted us to run a 2 mile warm-up. What kind of warm-up was that?! About ¼ mile into the run, I was pooped. My side cramped, I couldn’t breathe… so I stopped. And then proceeded to fake the an asthma attack.
I didn’t attempt to run again until I was in college when I found myself 20 lbs heavier and willing to watch crap on TV because I couldn’t find the remote control to change the channel. I saw a walking/jogging program in a magazine and thought I give it a shot. I jogged… slowly… for about 3 minutes before I wanted to die. Eventually I made my way to jogging 30 minutes without stopping. While my treadmill pace was slow, I was overcome with a sense of pride.
After I dropped the pounds, I think a slight addiction to exercising was born. Still – I wasn’t much of a runner.
One day, I decided that I would run a 5k without stopping.
Almost 4 years ago, I accomplished that goal. Again – I was overcome with pride.
Since then, I started running more but never considered myself much of a runner. I’d go through phases of running a race and feeling great or sometimes I’d try to run just 2 miles around the park and want to die.
This past winter, I ran a 5 mile race without wanting to do. I was overcome with pride.
This year, I decided this was THE year I was going to attempt a 10k. I felt I had mastered the 5k races, had run a 5 mile race successfully and was in need of a bigger push. I signed up for a 10k.
Then – for some reason, I thought I’d challenge myself more and sign up for 10 MILE race.
I hit a rough patch midway through my training for the 10-miler but after my great success with the 10k (do I really need to say that finishing that race caused me to be overcome with pride?), I have felt a renewed faith in running.
5 miles last Tuesday. Not too shabby.
3 miles last Thursday. Easy.
7 miles last Saturday. Fan-f’n-tastic. If I was capable of crying tears of joy, I’m pretty sure I would have.
5 miles yesterday? Easier than last Tuesday.
3 Miles tomorrow? Ppffft. Piece of cake.
8 Miles on Saturday? I’m looking forward to it.
Have I become… dare I say… a runner?
And lately I’ve become obsessed with running a marathon. No longer am I just toying with the idea. I’ve been staring at the novice marathon training guide for the last 2 days. I’ve had the Baltimore half marathon and Philadelphia full marathon registration pages up on my computer for the last 2 days. I’ve already determined that if I choose to follow the training guide, I’d need to begin training on July 20th. 2 days before my birthday.
I just need that final push to actually register.
Ian – if you are reading this… REGISTER WITH ME!
P.S. I will try to find another topics to blog about, I promise.