I am training for this race:
I had always been one of those people who moans and shakes her head at the mere mention of running. "I hate running," I would say. "How do people do that? Why would you put yourself through that kind of agony when there are other, less torturous ways to exercise?"
I am no longer that person. How did this conversion come about, you ask? Okay, I never said I love running, but I no longer hate it. There are even rare moments when I enjoy it.
What happened? Baby fat and a bandwagon. After Brandt was born I just couldn't banish those last ten or...twelve pounds, darn it! Exercising, trying to eat right weren't cutting it. I needed a consistent cardio regimen and I knew it. Then the bandwagon. My niece invited me to run a 5k with her and some other family members. I agreed. There was something about signing up for an organized event, committing, that made me kick it into gear. I got outside and ran. I started getting up at 6:00 am and running 3 days a week to train and yes, in the beginning it was agonizing. But I was building up my stamina and pushing myself and soon I could go farther and farther. I set a goal to run the 5k in under 30 minutes and I exceeded my goal by over a minute. After that race I continued running for exercise and a friend of mine invited me to sign up for the Ragnar.
Training for this race has pushed me farther that I thought I could possibly go. I have more than doubled my distance and look forward to pushing my record run to 8 miles on Saturday. That doesn't mean that I look forward to my runs with glee, but running does provide a clarity of mind and a physical release that I've always felt from exercise. And the best part? I didn't think I could do it and now I know I can. It feels so good to exceed my own expectations. I'm half-way to my weight-loss goal, I feel healthier, and I look forward to some crazy fun come race day. If I can just find time to squeeze in my training...