"I hate whoever invented running." Words I used to mutter continuously growing up. Whenever a coach instructed me to run, I would cringe. I would struggle, and curse in my head during the entire run. I wouldn't be happy.
A few weeks ago, I decided I was going to "run" a 5K. Now, seeing as my outlook on running in general is rather dis-tasteful, I think my inquiry for company surprised a few. I joked with others when asked if I had been training by saying "of COURSE...I've been thinking about it EVERY DAY!"
This morning marked D-Day. I felt a bit guilty because my pace was quite slow compared to that of my friends who were in much better shape than me. My goal was to finish in 45 minutes. I crossed the finish line in 45:22 (not too shabby if you ask me!).
Then, it was awards time. No, I didn't receive an award...but rather, witnessed people from many different walks of life who had participated in the run. Young kids and old adults adults alike. At that moment, I began to realize WHY people run. It's something virtually anyone can do. So long as you can walk, you can run. One foot in front of the other is the most coordination that is required. One foot in front of the other. It's simple. It takes your breath away. It hurts your legs when they aren't used to it. But it's still one foot in front of the other, old or young, fast or slow.
My legs still feel tired from the run this morning. I plan on signing up for another one. Although I'll probably struggle walking tomorrow, I plan on ACTUALLY training for the next race. I also plan on running the entire thing. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't excited.
18 hours ago