About 5 years ago, I was listening to some of my friends talk about running. They were talking about running in a 5K race in May. It was Octoberish at the time. I indicated that I could never do something like that. My CT Friend (CTF), told me that she thought I could, that there was plenty of time to train and do it.
CTF is one of those people that is super fit. I thought, well, if she thinks I could do it, maybe I can. She may have just been being polite, but it sure didn't seem that way. So I started to train. I got on the tread mill and ran for 2 mins. I nearly collapsed in a heap of exhaustion and cardiac arrest. I pressed on and eventually I could run for a whole 10 minutes. I was all excited about this and I decided to go for a run outside. This is where things went south for me. I fell, hurt my foot and that set me back. I stopped running and then life got me and I never ran in the Mothers Day Dash.
We moved away, and I just decided that running was something I would never do. I wasn't a runner, it wasn't going to happen. But, CTF's belief that I could always sat in the back of my mind. Enter T, and she said she was going to train for a 5K with another friend. I was like, hey, I want to do that. When her friend dropped out, I stepped up and said, let's do this.
Running has always been hard for me. ALWAYS. I have also had a lot of negative feedback when ever I have talked about trying it. It always circled around, you are too fat to do that. The only person who ever believed that I could was CTF.
On Sunday, I ran in my first 5K. I did not die, I actually ran the whole thing. While my time was not amazing, it was respectable. It was under 40 minutes, which was my goal. I really wanted to write, Fat Chicks Can Do It Too on my shirt. I wanted to prove that in spite of being over-weight, over-40, I did this. I achieved this goal.
I am not sure why I succeeded this time, I had an injury this time as well. But, for what ever reason, I was determined to not let this sideline me. I pressed on. When I woke up on Sunday, it was rainy and cold. I thought, G-d really does not want me to do this. We went. We ran in the rain. It wasn't so bad. It was actually fun. I think, this might make me a runner. I am not totally sure.
Snowflake Shuffle anyone? Shamrock Shuffle? Warrior Dash? All of the above? Who knows what is next. I do think that it would be poetic to run in the Mother's Day Dash with CTF. Who knows, maybe some day I will.
CTF is one of those people that is super fit. I thought, well, if she thinks I could do it, maybe I can. She may have just been being polite, but it sure didn't seem that way. So I started to train. I got on the tread mill and ran for 2 mins. I nearly collapsed in a heap of exhaustion and cardiac arrest. I pressed on and eventually I could run for a whole 10 minutes. I was all excited about this and I decided to go for a run outside. This is where things went south for me. I fell, hurt my foot and that set me back. I stopped running and then life got me and I never ran in the Mothers Day Dash.
We moved away, and I just decided that running was something I would never do. I wasn't a runner, it wasn't going to happen. But, CTF's belief that I could always sat in the back of my mind. Enter T, and she said she was going to train for a 5K with another friend. I was like, hey, I want to do that. When her friend dropped out, I stepped up and said, let's do this.
Running has always been hard for me. ALWAYS. I have also had a lot of negative feedback when ever I have talked about trying it. It always circled around, you are too fat to do that. The only person who ever believed that I could was CTF.
On Sunday, I ran in my first 5K. I did not die, I actually ran the whole thing. While my time was not amazing, it was respectable. It was under 40 minutes, which was my goal. I really wanted to write, Fat Chicks Can Do It Too on my shirt. I wanted to prove that in spite of being over-weight, over-40, I did this. I achieved this goal.
I am not sure why I succeeded this time, I had an injury this time as well. But, for what ever reason, I was determined to not let this sideline me. I pressed on. When I woke up on Sunday, it was rainy and cold. I thought, G-d really does not want me to do this. We went. We ran in the rain. It wasn't so bad. It was actually fun. I think, this might make me a runner. I am not totally sure.
Snowflake Shuffle anyone? Shamrock Shuffle? Warrior Dash? All of the above? Who knows what is next. I do think that it would be poetic to run in the Mother's Day Dash with CTF. Who knows, maybe some day I will.
I knew you could do it! Again, congratulations! I'm so glad you join me and we got to experience this together. I can't wait for the next race!
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