One year ago today I scratched something off my bucket list.
Run A 5K.
Run a 5K. Me. The girl who did everything she ever could to get out of running in high school. I remember rowing on the crew team and my entire boat would go out and run a mile and I would stay back and do strength training and row a zillion meters on the erg to avoid having to run that mile. In fact, the only time I ran was when I had to get to a ball on the tennis court. Suffice it to say I was not a runner. Not in the least.
Fast forward to March 2012. I was in the gym, using the elliptical and I thought maybe I should giving running a try. Came home, downloaded a couch to 5K app and jumped in. It took me from March until September to complete the 8 week training program. I started, stopped and restarted several times. But I was determined to run and I had my sights set on running a 5K.
September 22, 2012 I ventured out of my comfort zone…out of the gym and out of my neighborhood and joined over 3,000 people and I ran my first 5K, Miracle Miles, in Orlando. I did it with several MoM’s (Mothers of Multiples) in my local twins club. It took me 47 minutes to do it, but I did it. I crossed that finish line and it was an amazing feeling.
What’s the significance of this first 5K?
Well, since last September I have run in and completed six more 5K’s including the Everest Challenge at Disney’s Animal Kingdom, which was not just a 5K, but also had obstacles and a scavenger hunt. (In fact, according to Runkeeper we ran over 5.5 miles that night!) Me! The non-runner. The girl who got out of running whenever possible.
And that brings me to my point. Yesterday, my husband and I woke up at 5:40, got dressed and ran in the Miracle Miles race. A year ago he wasn’t a runner and now he runs half marathons. A year ago I had never run in a race and now I’ve run in several.
I guess this means I’ve officially been a runner for one year.
I hadn’t realized it until Dan turned to me in the car on the way to the race and said, “Congratulations on making it one year”. He went on to say that most don’t make it. Most people give up. Or maybe they get bored. Or injured. Or lazy. Or maybe they discover that they hate running. But whatever the reason, many give up.
But I didn’t.
I worked through the boredom of the treadmill and graduated to running on the streets and trails. I battled injury and spent the summer in physical therapy. I overcame the laziness that so easily creeps into your day if you let it. And I decided that I loved running.
Who would have thought?
Next item to scratch off the Bucket List? Running a 10K!
Miracle Miles 2013 photo credit to Charla Kim Photography.