Obviously not. I went on my merry way this morning (in the rain and yuck) with a goal of finishing this 5K in 35 minutes. I had my podcast downloaded to pace me through it. Started off great, I was about 20 seconds off pace at the mile mark. Easy enough to make up, right? Somewhere between mile 1 and 2, I stepped off a curb and slipped. I rolled my ankle completely and fought the urge not to cry and cuss. The pain was kinda bad, so I walked about half a mile. Then I decided to suck it up and finish it running. It was a slow jog and the course was tough...but I finished in about 39 minutes (the same time as my 1st 5K). Now, however, my right ankle is swollen and I scream in pain anytime I put any weight on it.....good times, right???
Obviously, God does not intend for me to be a runner, right?
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Am I a Runner?
That's the question I've been asking myself since I finished my first 5K in March. I've tried and tried to convince myself that I love to run. But the truth is, I don't. I never have and I'm starting to wonder if I ever will.
I've hated running since I was in Junior High. I went to all the track meet and did the obligatory events and pretty much sucked at them all. I continued to participate in track in high school and it was the same story. I can't think of a time that I ever won a ribbon in track for anything. Why did I put myself through that torture? Because where I grew up, EVERYONE participated in EVERYTHING. I remember playing volleyball and basketball with 7 people on our team. In basketball, if you got in foul trouble, it really was trouble, because chances were, there wasn't anybody on the bench to take your place. I've never really excelled at anything, BUT, I experienced almost everything.
So fast forward almost 20 years and I'm running. I'm running more now than I ever did in high school. Thank you C25K! If you don't know what it is, google it! It's awesome! I am running 3 miles at a time. My goal is to run three times a week, but life is crazy and my family comes first, so two is the norm. When I was in school, I never ran more than two miles at time, this is truly a first for me. I can't believe how much progress I've made. The fact that I can do any type of physical activity for more than 5 minutes is HUGE!
Here's the hard part, I thought I would grow to love it and look forward to it. I don't, I still dread it and hate the thought of running. I have to force myself to run. I just signed up for my 2nd 5K next week and I'm considering training for a 10K... I think I've lost my mind. Why do I do it? I'm not completely sure. This is a major accomplishment for me and I'm not ready to quit (like I always do). I also feel really good AFTER I run. Not before, not really during, but when I'm sitting at the table with my strawberry protein shake (gotta rebuild those damaged muscles).
I guess my question is, Can someone who hates to run be a runner? If so, that'd be me....Maybe I am a runner....
I've hated running since I was in Junior High. I went to all the track meet and did the obligatory events and pretty much sucked at them all. I continued to participate in track in high school and it was the same story. I can't think of a time that I ever won a ribbon in track for anything. Why did I put myself through that torture? Because where I grew up, EVERYONE participated in EVERYTHING. I remember playing volleyball and basketball with 7 people on our team. In basketball, if you got in foul trouble, it really was trouble, because chances were, there wasn't anybody on the bench to take your place. I've never really excelled at anything, BUT, I experienced almost everything.
So fast forward almost 20 years and I'm running. I'm running more now than I ever did in high school. Thank you C25K! If you don't know what it is, google it! It's awesome! I am running 3 miles at a time. My goal is to run three times a week, but life is crazy and my family comes first, so two is the norm. When I was in school, I never ran more than two miles at time, this is truly a first for me. I can't believe how much progress I've made. The fact that I can do any type of physical activity for more than 5 minutes is HUGE!
Here's the hard part, I thought I would grow to love it and look forward to it. I don't, I still dread it and hate the thought of running. I have to force myself to run. I just signed up for my 2nd 5K next week and I'm considering training for a 10K... I think I've lost my mind. Why do I do it? I'm not completely sure. This is a major accomplishment for me and I'm not ready to quit (like I always do). I also feel really good AFTER I run. Not before, not really during, but when I'm sitting at the table with my strawberry protein shake (gotta rebuild those damaged muscles).
I guess my question is, Can someone who hates to run be a runner? If so, that'd be me....Maybe I am a runner....
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