A long time ago I lived near the beach and a beautiful board walk. It was a runners dream. But I am not a runner. I use to look at the runners everyday with their lean tonnes bodies and wish to be able to go for a leisurely jog in the morning before work, or as the sun was setting in the evening. But I am not a runner. It’s not that I didn’t try. Oh I tried alright! I made it about 3 minutes before I started feeling sick and had to stop and then about 2 more before I decided it wasn’t for me. And don’t get me started on how sore I was the next day. I was like the tin man from the Wizard of Oz who needed to be oiled in order to bend his legs because, I am not a runner.
We moved away from the beach and I all but gave up on my hopes of ever becoming a runner. Until one day I came across a ‘learn to run’ program. Don’t really know why at that exact moment in my life I decided to give it a try. Seemed easy enough. One minute of running, one minute of walking. I could do that, right?
I started out my first session with the group of misfit athletes (all of whom were NOT runners). We were slow, but we made it through 15 minutes of running. We practiced on our own a couple of times during the week and when we met up next we were just a little bit better. This slow progression continued on through the whole summer until the fall when we enrolled our first 5K run – The Waterfront in Burlington.
That first race was incredible for me, a non runner. I had my ankle tracker, my number and my water bottle. I was ready. And although I was sooooooo slow, I did it. I completed a race. I was a runner.
So I signed up for a 10K and trained 10 and 1’s for that race and a year later I completed the Bronte 10K too.
I was hooked. A non runner turned runner.
The next year I set my sights on completing a half marathon. It seemed crazy to run for 22.5 kms but lots of people do it so I thought that I would give it a try. So, I ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. I ran through heat, rain, wind, and even when I thought that I couldn’t run anymore, I kept running.
In September 2009 I did the Toronto Women’s Island Half Marathon. I started at the back of the pack of runners and ran slowly. I got lapped by the faster runners who were on the second loop of the race. I kept running. In the end, I finished at 2:22. But I ran 22.5 kms!
Since then I have had two babies and my pregnancy and post baby body has not been ideal for running. I am getting back into shape but running hasn’t been part of my routine lately. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until today when I saw this Nike video.
I was not a runner, until I was. It’s as simple as that.
I will be a runner again!