I am a runner.
I never, ever imagined I would call myself a runner. I always rolled my eyes at my friends who were runners. “You’re crazy!” I’d tell them. “I couldn’t run a mile if I was being chased!” “I’d rather be sleeping.”
But then, two years ago, I saw this picture:
And I knew I had to do something. I was fat (158 lbs. on 5’0″ frame). I was unhappy. I was depressed. I was sick.
I had never been one to do “diets” – so I knew losing the weight would be hard. I ate right, I started exercising and somehow got the crazy idea that maybe I could run. I started using the Couch to 5k program – which I highly recommend.
I ran my first race in Aug 2009 – with Laura (pictured below) – and thought I was going to DIE the whole way through. (Tip: I do NOT recommend any race with the world “challenge” in it for your first race.) Even though it was hard, I kept going.
Running + winter in Wisconsin = not so much fun. But, by that time, I had realized something. I had become one of those people who needed to run. I was off my anti-depressants – even though I was in the midst of a divorce – and running was keeping me on an even-keel. I finally got why my friends were doing this.
Yesterday, I ran my first 10k – the longest I’ve ever run.
My friend Laura (above) was there and so was my good friend Jenny (top photo). The weather was perfect. The crowd was HUGE (18,000 runners). The energy was high. I had three goals going into it: 1.) No bleeding/injuries. 2.) No puking. (I woke up with a horrid headache.) 3.) No dying.
Happy to say, I didn’t do any of those. In fact, it was such an awesome run, I’m contemplating a half-marathon. Who’d have guessed I’d be saying that?!
What’s an accomplishment you’re extremely proud of?