......runner?? Well, I'm not. My hubby is though. No, no, no. He isn't leaving me for someone else, sillies. I'm the runner!! I know, right? Knock me over with a feather. I'm just as shocked as you really.
Once upon a time, I used to love running. I'd go running, I mean, force my sister to let me drag along with her on her runs. She ran a lot. Of course, I wanted to be like my big sister! I started playing basketball and found I had a true love for this thing called running. I have NEVER been a sprinter. EVER. I've always been a distance runner. That was until a couple of knee surgeries. After I tore my ACL in the summer before eleventh grade, I just quit it all. I was FINISHED. Why bother with exercise if it will just end up in injury. Not worth the pain and recovery.
So, I quit running. For 12+ years. I found myself day dreaming to the time when I could just run for miles and miles. I missed running. I didn't miss it enough to stop making excuses. I'm too fat. My knees hurt. I can't run with three kids. I'm never alone. Ya get the idea. The list went on and on and on.
My breaking point was when two of my brothers were visiting me at my house. I was looking at them and realized, "I'm THE fat sister. I'm THE soccer mom who is really fluffy." I was suddenly embarrassed. Enough was enough. The very same day, I loaded the kids up and went to a local track. The kids played on the field while I did the Couch 2 5K program. This was perfect! Yes, it was pretty damn hard, but I was doing it! It was perfect until that track flooded. We went to another local track. They were replacing the field, meaning lots of trucks in and out with three kiddos.....yeah. Not going to work. Then there was the little issue of when the older kids go to their dad's. Who was going to play with Crash? Uh...... Couldn't push him in the stroller because that was against track rules.
It was over like that, but just for the time being. I started reading about Alyssa's running adventures and tales. She was kicking some serious butt and I was getting really jealous. Why the hell couldn't I do what she's doing? What's my excuse? Cue excuse list. No more. Not going to do it. I'm going to get my ass out there and do this for real. And so my love affair with running was rekindled. I was running hills. I was running while pushing Crash in his stroller. I was finally doing things I never thought I could do.
I'm not a speed demon by any means. I have a hard time running a full 5k. I'm not there yet, but I will be eventually. I knew I was a runner when I started planning my next routes in my head. Thinking of ways to change it up and make it longer. I knew I was a runner when I had every reason to not run but got out there and did it any way. I knew I was a runner when I was disappointed in myself when I ran out of time to get a couple miles in. It feels good to be a runner again.