I just watched a lot of the Shaytards and Shayloss this summer, per usual, but this time there was something different. I felt more of an emotional connection watching Shay and Mommytard complete their marathon and half marathon. I found myself cheering on Shay, from my bedroom, when he rode in the bike race. Something had changed and suddenly, I found myself wanting to be a part of that great feeling, I want people to be proud of me but most of all, I wanted to be better.
So in early June, I pulled out the running shoes I bought two years earlier and hadn’t really touched since and put them on. Since buying them for ten bucks at WalMart, I only took them for a spin once… not even half a mile jog down the street, which left me feeling dead.
This time was different though, I wanted this, I wanted to be able to get at least a mile comfortably under my belt.
I started small, from June through the beginning of August, I had put 38.6 miles on my finally broken in running shoes. I had slowly pushed from half a mile to a mile, then before I knew it I was running to the playground down the street, putting a mile and half comfortably under my belt. Eventually I was able to push through two miles and ran the complete distance of a 5k – twice. I was proud, beaming and it was all my little secret.
I still saw, and at times see, myself as a shitty, out-of-shape, terrible runner. I didn’t want people to know that I could barely run for 30 minutes. I was still just, secretly, getting ready for the 5k I hadn’t signed up for.
Then it happened. I was working on processing some terminations at work when my Outlook notification went off with a new message about the Navy Federal 5k, the 5k in October which they would pay for me to do?! COUNT ME IN.
A few days later I signed up & my secret was out.
Just signed up for my first 5k! Time to get ready for the Navy Federal 5k in October!
– August 8
I started “training” the next day, getting ready to successfully run 3.2 miles with out feeling like death at the end.
It has been a long journey since. I remember being ecstatic when I was finally able to push past two miles, bragging about how far down the road and into other neighborhoods I had gone. I was feeling great and even starting to maybe, kind of, enjoy running.
One day I came home, I had run the three days prior and was just tired from work.
“I think I am going to take today off,” I told Jared, “you know, run for a few days and rest… I was going to go today, but I don’t feel like it, so it can be my rest day.”
He just looked at me, rolling his eyes, and told me that I could do what I wanted to do, but “what did Shay say about the end of week one? You have to push through the wall and keep going, but it’s up to you.”
I pulled on my gym shorts, laced up my shoes and headed out.
By mid-September it was time to retire my trusty running shoes. I had been training for three weeks and put 43.2 miles on them (a total of 81.8 since June), needless to say they got good use and I got my monies worth.
Now here we, just about a week until my first 5k.
I have gone from barely being able to 30 minutes to running for just under two hours and not knowing where the time had gone. I have gone from being out-of-breath, ready to collapse, prepared to throw in the towel for good after each run to feeling amazing after an eight mile run, feeling rested and ready for round two after a brief cool down… Here I am quite possibly actually liking running.