I am currently a little over five weeks shy of my forty-seventh birthday.
UPDATE: As of September 2013 I am currently five months shy of my forty-ninth birthday.
In July 2011 I signed up for a women’s running training program, stuck with it, and it literally changed my life!
last July 2011 the last time I voluntarily ran was literally when Jimmy Carter was in the White House. (As President, not just as a guest.)
My reasons for taking up running were twofold:
- My husband ran track in high school and continued to do so pretty consistently until we began sharing a home and building a life together. Because I didn’t run, he more or less stopped. Not because I asked him to, but because frankly gravity works in everything in life and when you’re in a relationship with someone who doesn’t have a particularly healthy lifestyle or habits eventually your own diligence is going to slip.
- Remember the movie What Women Want? Remember that fake Nike™ ad they developed in that movie? Click HERE for a refresher. I’ll wait for you to come back. I promise.
See? Yes, I’m still here, but that’s not the thing I was asking “See?” about. Those words, that feeling, that truth about the beauty of running. THAT is why I wanted to run. How I wanted to feel about it.
And starting out, I felt none of that. Not. One. Bit.
The Road didn’t love me. It was trying to kill me.
The Road did care what I looked like. At least it cared about every extra pound and inch I was lugging up and down it.
For the first three or four weeks.
Until one Monday (Mondays were when I ran with the coaches and we added time and distance to our runs) when I didn’t quite run ‘in the zone’, but I found its perimeter and jogged along that for a bit and I could sense what it would be like to run In There.
To use a phrase of hyperbole I am loathe to ever use: Running has changed my life!
I started this blog to provide some accountability for myself in the training and decided to keep up with it since:
A) I love to write;
B) I think about/during everything I do and need a place for those thoughts; and
C) It’s kinda fun!
So thanks for finding me.
Thanks for reading me.
Appreciate any comments you might feel like depositing here.