Wednesday was National Running Day. I only got a 3 mile run in, but I ran.
Lately, I’ve been focusing a lot on building my strength through lifting, so it’s been a few weeks since I’ve done a nice long run. This week, I am sure I will get some good ones in there.
For some people, running comes easy. You may see my fitness updates on Facebook, Instagram, Daily Mile, and Twitter and think that it’s easy for me to pull out a good 5 mile run, but it’s NOT. I actually struggle a lot with running, but to me the benefits and fulfillment I receive from running outweigh the struggle. I have to work up to running a few miles, and if I don’t work up to it and just pull it out, I have a longer recovery time to go through before another good run. Usually I have to wait a few days before running again.
This is why running two half marathons last fall was such a success for me. I didn’t make a great time, but I know I finished and pushed through the hip pain I was experiencing. I know I could have trained better, but getting my body to be able to run a consecutive 13.1 miles in about 2 hours is considered a success in my mind.
I played soccer throughout high school, and while I enjoyed running during the game, I absolutely dreaded it outside of the sport. Conditioning in pre-season was an absolute nightmare to me.
As for my love of running, it all started when I was in my last year of college.
I didn’t play soccer because it was too much for my schedule, and I wanted a life outside of the sport, so I slacked and didn’t exercise for two years. I did go on the elliptical and treadmill sporadically, but I hated it.
During the beginning of my junior year, I began dating my ex-boyfriend. He was slash is and always was into healthy eating and working out. Those people that get up at 4AM and go to the gym – yup that was him.
Well, as it goes when you spend so much time with a certain person, some of their habits eventually rub off on you.I saw him run daily and set race goals and become one of the fastest runners in his hometown race every year.
Seeing anyone do this would inspire someone. So, I decided to start running on my own and even participated in my first 5K with him the next 4th of July.
In the beginning of my senior year, my roomie and I went to the gym and ran every single day for about 3 months and ran a 1 mile race that November. I finished with a 9 minute pace.
After that, I continued running, but only a maximum of 3 miles. I wasn’t motivated enough to push myself to go passed that.
As I had previously mentioned, I had put off running a half marathon for a long distance relationship, which only lowered my motivation.
Then, during the spring, a year after we had graduated, my ex and I broke up. I suddenly had all of this freedom to do what I wanted and it was the perfect time to sign up for my half marathons. After all, instead of traveling every weekend, I could now run.
And the rest is history.
Once I got over the 3 mile hump, I found a superior love for running. I found myself, and I felt grounded.
How did you get into running?