Monday, November 14, 2011
This weekend, I took my first actual class on running. I've been running for over a year now, but this was the first time I got professional advice from anything but a magazine column or a book. The class is a form class; I feel like I have pretty good form, but the lady at Big Peach recommended the class for my boyfriend and I decided to join him.
It's weird, how running has become such a part of my life. Not only did we wake at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning to go freeze our booties off for the form class, but I also made sure to crank out a 6-mile run on Sunday. Even though I'm not one of those skinny little runners who is out front in every race, even though my PR is not what I'd like it to be, even though I cannot wear those cute little Nike running shorts (they look like a diaper on me), running is still an important part of my life. It's always funny to me, the girl who ran like a chicken as a child, to realize I've somehow become a runner.
I also realized this weekend that I really do want to run the 2013 Walt Disney World Marathon. After the Disney Wine and Dine in October, I thought I was going to die. Literally. There on the sidewalk at Epcot. I almost swore off distance running altogether, and I sure as heck thought I'd never want to double the distance I ran. Twenty-six-point-two miles seemed like forever. (It still does!)
But the thing I'm learning about endurance races is, as I'm finishing the last few miles, my brain starts saying,"What the heck was I thinking? I'm never going to do this again!" However, soon, within minutes (well, days with the Wine and Dine), I'm ready to plan the next race, to start setting goals, to start thinking about how I can keep growing and improving as a runner. Call it runner's high or possibly just call it crazy, but it's like I can't get enough.
Scientists still can't figure out how the chemicals released during running affect our bodies, but I will tell you they are addictive. If I'm having a bad day, I can run and it makes things better. Even when I'm heavier, I feel better about my body when I'm running. Everything, it seems, will be okay as long as I can cover 15-miles a week.
This month, a lot of my Facebook friends are giving thanks everyday. Well, I'm thankful for endorphins. And I'm also thankful for being able to make changes. Like I said, a couple years ago, I wasn't a runner, but over the last two years, I've made leaps and bounds, and I'm proud of who I've become. I've actually won races, and right now, I'm reaching for a goal that not too long ago I would have thought was impossible. Yeah, I'm not going to win the Boston Marathon or the Peachtree anytime soon, but that doesn't mean I'm not an athlete and it doesn't mean that my accomplishments don't matter.
I'm excited to learn more from this class about how to run right, leaning and footfall and posture. I'm excited to become a better runner. I'm excited to keep improving and keep growing and keep reaching. I guess, really, I'm just excited to run.