i had a good 7 mile run last week. i can remember running 3 miles and feeling so accomplished and now i have more than doubled that and it's like the same emotions flow through me all over again but the feeling is even stronger. i started this journey out of shape and 254 lbs with high blood pressure. here i am, getting ready for a half marathon... 100 lbs less.
we ran in the rain today, and there was lightening. i was scared. but i was also reminded how alive i am.... how blessed we are to be able to push our bodies to the limit, and to have the choice to do so.
my first 5k was a defining moment for me. i was unsure and scared, a little embarassed at how slow i ran, but also very proud to even RUN.... and to maybe someday say that i was a "runner." at the very most i would call what i did "jogging" but not running.
i think i can finally say that i am a runner. not that i need the title... it's not about that. but it's almost like after i got past the 5 mile mark on my long days, it's a whole new world. i have a new sense of accomplishment, and of confidence. i feel like the half marathon is something that is attainable, and not just something i say that i will do...
two weeks in a row 7 miles felt so great. i wonder what 8 will feel like.
remember when you were a teenager and everything was new? first kiss, first car, first dance, etc? that is how i feel. working my way up in miles is giving me a lot of firsts to look forward to.... i know that after the "first" it's never quite the same.
i want to revel in these emotions. i never want to forget this feeling... the feeling of being alive, and strong.
we ran in the rain today, and there was lightening. i was scared. but i was also reminded how alive i am.... how blessed we are to be able to push our bodies to the limit, and to have the choice to do so.
my first 5k was a defining moment for me. i was unsure and scared, a little embarassed at how slow i ran, but also very proud to even RUN.... and to maybe someday say that i was a "runner." at the very most i would call what i did "jogging" but not running.
i think i can finally say that i am a runner. not that i need the title... it's not about that. but it's almost like after i got past the 5 mile mark on my long days, it's a whole new world. i have a new sense of accomplishment, and of confidence. i feel like the half marathon is something that is attainable, and not just something i say that i will do...
two weeks in a row 7 miles felt so great. i wonder what 8 will feel like.
remember when you were a teenager and everything was new? first kiss, first car, first dance, etc? that is how i feel. working my way up in miles is giving me a lot of firsts to look forward to.... i know that after the "first" it's never quite the same.
i want to revel in these emotions. i never want to forget this feeling... the feeling of being alive, and strong.
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| Me at the finish of my first 5K, the Penguin in the Park. March 2010 |
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