Saturday, February 25, 2012
Twelve years ago - in 2000 - I started running. My goal was to run around the block. I couldn't. My goal then became to run to the corner (I lived 3 houses down). I did it! I then make the goal of running corner to corner. Once I ran around the block, there was no stopping me. I did 5Ks, 8Ks, 15ks. I walked 60 miles in three days for 4 years straight. I had brain surgery one December and ran an 8K that March.
Then I got divorced. And old. I gained a kajillion pounds. I still ran, but very sporadically and slowly. I did C25K a couple times, always restarting around week 5-6. Eventually, I was back to doing 5ks. Then, I got remarried. I had a baby. I gained more pounds. I stopped running. I got sick again.
My son is now 3 years old. I keep starting to run, but do not stick with it. I really don't understand it because I really do love to run. I love lacing up the shoes, going out into the crisp air before the world wakes up, I love hitting the gym and smelling the cleaning products (really, I do). So, why don't I run consistently?
I made a commitment to myself this year. I will run (without walking - that I've done in recent times) a 1/2 marathon in October (Moab half). So far, I'm on week 3 of c25k and am loving it.