You've been on the edge of your seats, I can tell. Please don't get your hopes up. I fear I may not be that interesting and I would really hate to thoroughly dash your expectations.
Nevertheless, here we are.
#2) I run.
See, I told you.
However, please note that I did not say, "I am a runner." There is a difference.
There are runners. And then there is me.
I run. Period.
My running started back in high school when my best friend coerced me into joining the Cross Country Team during my senior year. Up until that point I had been a member of the track team. In track, my events included 300m hurdles, 4x100m relay, high jump and long jump.
You don't need to be a follower of track and field to know that those are all SHORT distances.
I had reasons, people.
Then my dear Heidi begged me to join the XC team. They were one member short. They needed me in order to be able to participate at meets.
I gave in.
I caved to peer pressure.
My punishment? Long distance running.
My last XC meet = my last long distance run. Until...
Fast forward 13 years. I was at the gym working out with some friends. Not the same friends, mind you. Yet friends with just the same persuasiveness as my High School Heidi had.
One of them says "Hey! I think we should all sign up and run the Mini-Marathon!"
I politely declined. I'm not a runner. And I'm no fool. There's nothing "mini" about that race!
"Oh, come on."
"We could all do it together."
"You wouldn't have to run the whole thing."
"It'll be fun!"
One would think I had learned my lesson. But no. I gave in. I caved to peer pressure.
Again.
Then we moved. And the only person I had to train with was me, myself and I. So I trained. And trained. And trained.
Race day came and I ran every step of that 13.1 mile course.
I even had enough energy at the 7.5 mile mark to call my hubby as I crossed the brick yard.
I crossed that finish line overflowing with one of the most amazing feelings ever. Ever. So amazing that a few weeks later I signed up to do it all over again.
I know how to twist my own arm now.
But I might need to call Heidi and get a few lessons on peer pressure. It seems that I can't coerce a single soul into running this race with me.
89 days until race day.
One day I may get brave enough to sign up for a mini -- until then, maybe you should put the peer pressure on me ;)
ReplyDeleteRunning is addicting no matter how much you enjoy it -- it's kinda like coffee in my opinion. Anyways, 89 days until you'll have the same wonderful feeling after you cross that finish line again :) :)
I don't think one can go from couch potato to mini in 89 days. I would like a goal like that, though.
ReplyDeleteYay, you!!! Wanna' do Columbus, OH with me next fall? (1/2 marathon) I really want to run. But I'm only run/walking the Cleveland in May. And I would LOVE to do a race with you...
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