It's SO exciting to see the Summer Olympics getting started in London. Seriously?! It's here already? It's like Christmas. There's nothing like the global atmosphere of the Olympic games. People are literally drawn together all around the globe to watch the same events and learn about each others' star athletes. Seeing all of it makes me want to begin to achieve something.
This summer, I've begun working towards readiness for a triathlon in September. Anyone who wants to join me is welcome. I am not ready yet, but am more so than I was a few months ago. I want to run a half-marathon next summer. I am hoping to tackle the covered bridge half marathon in Vermont on June 2, 2013. I will be ready! For the first time, I am running longer and farther each time, and I have no pain in my shins, knees, hips, or ankles. It's wonderful! I used to absolutely hate (and I am not talking, kinda dislike, but passionately loathe) running. I played tennis in high school and when the coach would send us on a run, I would walk most of it and if I ran more than a block, my knees hurt, I couldn't catch my breath, and I just felt hate in my little heart. Before my wedding, I decided I needed to get in shape (as many a bride is wont to do), and thought running might be my best bet. So I started out with what felt like a HUGE goal to run for 3 minutes without stopping. I made it for one minute. Sad, yes, but true nonetheless. I ran one minute for three days in a row, nearly dying each time. Then, I got this crazy idea to increase it to three minutes. I ran three minutes twice in a row (meaning two days in a row) and barely succeeded. Then, I decided to add a minute every time I ran. It turned out so manageable. Some days, I didn't succeed in adding anything, but I felt good to be running 5 or 7 or whatever number of minutes. Also, counting it in time rather than distance made it SO much more achievable. If it was a slow day and running just wasn't my cuppa tea, I could "jog" at a pitiful 4 miles per hour, but if it was a good day, I'd crank the ol' treadmill up to a whopping 5 mph and I'd really cruise. Well, by my wedding, I was running more than 30 minutes each day and I was heading up towards 6 miles per hour. And I must have ramped up slowly enough to avoid injury because I was running in an old pair of converse shoes and never had any pain. Then, I had my honeymoon and life started, and I stopped running, and when I got back on the treadmill, I had excruciating pain in my shins.
I gave up running for a year and then decided, out of the blue, to do my first 5k. It was incredible. I sucked, but it was so amazing to cross the finish line. I have never felt like I did that day. I became addicted to running, though my physique was addicted to food and my couch. I registered for more 5ks and started running indoors. I began to push myself (frustrated to be starting at square one again) and then the next time, running would hurt. My shins were so painful it hurt to walk sometimes and they would keep me up at night. So, I iced them and elevated them after every run, and still they persisted.
Over the last year, I have had so much going on that running has fallen out of focus in my life until just recently. These past few months, I found it back on my radar. I decided to start facing down my giant of running outdoors. Sounds dumb, I know, but I hate running outside. I prefer the predictability and control of a treadmill. I like the feedback and the ability to stop whenever I want.
Until now. This summer, our car broke on us. I can still drive some, but I feel bad taking the car to the gym when I don't have to drive her. (Yes, our car is a girl, her name is Bonnie. Cars should have names and personalities, I think.) So, I began this insane thing of running outside. In the heat. Up hills. Without any ability to stop whenever I want. And I learned that running outside pushes me more and makes me better than running inside. I have started to enjoy running outside. I am so flabberghasted to love running, enjoy running outside, enjoy exercise, and be able to lose weight, I wouldn't be wildly surprised if the next thing I know, I find out I am a natural-born mathmetician. Haah. That'd be the day. I'd rather conquer running than math.
Back on track, I am hoping to run a full marathon the summer after next, in 2014. And then I want to run a long, challenging race each year to keep me committed to my goals. Next time I see June 2, I will be taking down some challenges I used to think would beat me. I am learning that I have a fierce heart and I am a competitor. I challenge myself to win.
This summer, I've begun working towards readiness for a triathlon in September. Anyone who wants to join me is welcome. I am not ready yet, but am more so than I was a few months ago. I want to run a half-marathon next summer. I am hoping to tackle the covered bridge half marathon in Vermont on June 2, 2013. I will be ready! For the first time, I am running longer and farther each time, and I have no pain in my shins, knees, hips, or ankles. It's wonderful! I used to absolutely hate (and I am not talking, kinda dislike, but passionately loathe) running. I played tennis in high school and when the coach would send us on a run, I would walk most of it and if I ran more than a block, my knees hurt, I couldn't catch my breath, and I just felt hate in my little heart. Before my wedding, I decided I needed to get in shape (as many a bride is wont to do), and thought running might be my best bet. So I started out with what felt like a HUGE goal to run for 3 minutes without stopping. I made it for one minute. Sad, yes, but true nonetheless. I ran one minute for three days in a row, nearly dying each time. Then, I got this crazy idea to increase it to three minutes. I ran three minutes twice in a row (meaning two days in a row) and barely succeeded. Then, I decided to add a minute every time I ran. It turned out so manageable. Some days, I didn't succeed in adding anything, but I felt good to be running 5 or 7 or whatever number of minutes. Also, counting it in time rather than distance made it SO much more achievable. If it was a slow day and running just wasn't my cuppa tea, I could "jog" at a pitiful 4 miles per hour, but if it was a good day, I'd crank the ol' treadmill up to a whopping 5 mph and I'd really cruise. Well, by my wedding, I was running more than 30 minutes each day and I was heading up towards 6 miles per hour. And I must have ramped up slowly enough to avoid injury because I was running in an old pair of converse shoes and never had any pain. Then, I had my honeymoon and life started, and I stopped running, and when I got back on the treadmill, I had excruciating pain in my shins.
I gave up running for a year and then decided, out of the blue, to do my first 5k. It was incredible. I sucked, but it was so amazing to cross the finish line. I have never felt like I did that day. I became addicted to running, though my physique was addicted to food and my couch. I registered for more 5ks and started running indoors. I began to push myself (frustrated to be starting at square one again) and then the next time, running would hurt. My shins were so painful it hurt to walk sometimes and they would keep me up at night. So, I iced them and elevated them after every run, and still they persisted.
Over the last year, I have had so much going on that running has fallen out of focus in my life until just recently. These past few months, I found it back on my radar. I decided to start facing down my giant of running outdoors. Sounds dumb, I know, but I hate running outside. I prefer the predictability and control of a treadmill. I like the feedback and the ability to stop whenever I want.
Until now. This summer, our car broke on us. I can still drive some, but I feel bad taking the car to the gym when I don't have to drive her. (Yes, our car is a girl, her name is Bonnie. Cars should have names and personalities, I think.) So, I began this insane thing of running outside. In the heat. Up hills. Without any ability to stop whenever I want. And I learned that running outside pushes me more and makes me better than running inside. I have started to enjoy running outside. I am so flabberghasted to love running, enjoy running outside, enjoy exercise, and be able to lose weight, I wouldn't be wildly surprised if the next thing I know, I find out I am a natural-born mathmetician. Haah. That'd be the day. I'd rather conquer running than math.
Back on track, I am hoping to run a full marathon the summer after next, in 2014. And then I want to run a long, challenging race each year to keep me committed to my goals. Next time I see June 2, I will be taking down some challenges I used to think would beat me. I am learning that I have a fierce heart and I am a competitor. I challenge myself to win.