As I’ve mentioned before, I’m going to start adding some run content to the blog. Here’s how running started for me. It was a bumpy road, but totally worth it in the end.
It’s hard to know where to start. I wanted to be a runner for years before I actually became one. The first time I tried I was living in southern Louisiana, very near the swamp. It’s hot and humid and there are animals everywhere. I started trying to run with some terrible shoes and a $15 Timex watch. I’d leave the house at 5:30am. It was dark and hot and I was trying to run too fast, too far. It was torture. I couldn’t breathe and when I could I’d be smelling the rotting remains of dead possums and armadillos that had met their fate a few days before and had fallen to decay on my route. One morning, I opened my door at 5:30am to find an absolutely huge banana spider had built it’s web at face height across my front door. I slammed the door on him and it was quite some time before I tried to run again.
I moved to the Lafayette, La area a few years later and began “running” with a dear friend. We’d run for a minute, then walk for a minute. I was still wearing terrible shoes and that Timex watch. But the run/walk was much more manageable. I started to run short distances, maybe two miles at a time. This worked for a while. However, I had some knee problems. I finally went to a real running store and got fitted for a proper pair of running shoes. This was tremendously helpful, but I still couldn’t shake that runner’s knee.
I went to a doctor and he approved of my Mizuno running shoes, but ultimately told me not to run. He had been a runner. He injured his back and had to give up running. He sent me to physical therapy to strengthen my hips and the musculature around my knee. It was moderately successful, but it still hurt to run. I let that doctor’s advice get to me. I stopped running.
I moved to southern Arkansas. I was out walking one day because I had learned by this point in my journey, I need to move my body to feel well. So, there I was, walking, and so bored I was miserable. In the middle of my walk it struck me that I could run. So I did. That day, I ran 35 minutes straight without having run for months. I was overjoyed. Until that point, I hadn’t known that I could run that far. I hadn’t known my body was capable of it. It was.
I moved again, this time to north Louisiana. I was living in a little trailer park and I wanted to lose some weight. I decided to try to run 5 days a week and see what would happen. What happened is, I fell in love with running and it has been an absolutely integral part of my life since that point.
Since that time, I have run 6 or 7 half marathons, (turns out distance running is my jam) one super sprint distance triathlon, several sprint distances, and one 70.3. My plans this year include my first marathon, and in 2017 with any luck, my first ultra distance trail run.
The point of this post is to share my running story, in the hopes that it inspires someone, anyone, to get out there and try it. It’s not going to be pretty, and there could be wildlife involved, but it might just be the best decision you ever make for yourself, your health, your family, your sanity. It certainly was for me.
Have you ever tried to run before? Are you a runner now? Would you like to try but aren’t sure? Comment below and let me know your story!