It was a little bit of boredom; there was some loneliness in there, too. But mostly it was a startling realization that got me running:
If there ever came a time I needed to run for my life, I probably wouldn’t make it … YIKES!
A dark thought, for sure, but a natural one, given I had just moved hundreds of miles from home to a town where I didn’t know a soul. Regardless of why I thought it, it was a spark. And it was what I needed to get moving.
To be clear, I am not a natural athlete.
Growing up, I was the type of kid that hated—I mean, HATED—gym class. I was impossibly uncoordinated, and I had asthma that caused me to cough until I puked. Needless to say, I was picked dead last for nearly every team.
But, as I got older, I really wanted to be more athletic. I envied others who played sports or went to the gym, earning able bodies and lungs that didn’t feel like they might explode going up a flight of stairs.
So I joined the high school track team. And I. Was. TERRIBLE.
I stubbornly stuck it out the whole season, ending each embarrassing race several paces behind all the other runners. But after that season, I never went back. I decided I wasn’t built for “sports.” Even so, I thought I could go to the gym and get in shape! That’s what most people do, right?
I couldn’t get into that either. I saw the gym only once every blue moon. I would hop on the elliptical or treadmill for 20 minutes out of a sense of obligation, motivated only by a vague desire to “burn off” whatever I ate that day. But I dreaded it. Eventually, I just made peace with my sedentary existence. For years, I did little to no physical activity.
That is, until that moment when I realized I probably couldn’t run to save my own life. (Literally.)
Now, I didn’t acquire a lot of street smarts growing up in the ‘burbs in Ohio, but I lived in New York City for a few years and gained a bit of know-how. But in NYC, I was used to being around other people all the time. Now, my new apartment (where I lived alone) was a few blocks from any major thoroughfare. One night that seemed particularly dark and creepy, I wondered what would happen if I need to make a dash for my door (sadly, as a woman, you have to think about these things). That train of thought didn't end well....
I knew it was time for a change.
I did some research on running and took a leap. Even though I had never moved more than a mile outside of a vehicle with an engine, I signed up for a 5K race. Admittedly, I was largely motivated by the promised beer garden at the finish line. Still, it felt like a big deal.
For the first few weeks of my training, I felt like I wasn’t going anywhere. I feared this endeavor would end up like all my past physical pursuits—with me feeling like a failure.
Until one day, it hit me: I had improved. I could run for more than 30 seconds! After consistent and gradual practice, my progress started to become more and more apparent. Almost as if it had never been difficult before, I could run for one mile. Then two. Then three.
And then I was running on race day—sailing into that beer garden at the finish line like it was the promised land.
Perhaps the most remarkable part of this journey was that I actually started to like running. I discovered that running can be cathartic. And meditative. And a celebration of being alive. At some unceremonious juncture, I stopped viewing running as a means to an end, but as an end in itself.
So, I took on a 10K. Then a half marathon. Then another half marathon. And ultimately, the New York City Marathon.
At an indiscernible moment, after continually putting one foot in front of the other, I—the self-professed non-athlete who formerly spent more time running into things than running anywhere—became a runner.
Of course, there were times during my training that I got off track. I loved french fries and wine, and some mornings it felt physically painful to get out of bed. But, I fought discouragement and the desire to give up. I realized I didn’t have to be a teetotalling vegan who springs out of bed singing at 5 AM to make a fitness transformation.
I still love french fries and I still love wine (and sometimes I still run into things), but I’m also an RRCA-certified running coach and I specialize in working with individuals who want to develop a new running habit, like I did, or those desiring to take an inconsistent running routine to the next level. I’m here to help you keep going—because if I can go from a couch potato to a marathon runner, I believe you can too.
You just might be shocked by the transformation you see. :)
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