Becky’s Ode to Running
|October 15, 2010||Posted by Lauren under Guest Posts, Running|
A huge thanks to all of you who commented, tweeted, or emailed me feedback on my last post! It’s clearly an issue I feel strongly about, and I was thankful all of you took the time to read and join the discussion. And if you haven’t read it yet (or the great comments), you can find Part 1 on Alex’s blog…and then come back so you can read Part 2. I really think it’s important to continue having these types of discussions in the blog-world.
And now for something a little on the lighter side. Tonight I’m happy to share the 2nd post in my Ode to Running series. This week’s post is written by Becky who blogs at Beck on the Run. Becky and I met over the summer, and quickly bonded over a mutual obsession with running, nut butters, and crazy 24-hour relay races. I’m especially excited to feature Becky’s ode to running because she’ll be running her first marathon on Sunday! Her story is inspirational to both veteran runners and all you newbies out there — it’s amazing to see how far she’s come in just one year!
Becky’s Ode to Running
I never planned to become a runner. Running actually didn’t appeal to me at all. I tried it a couple of times – a few laps around the football field, the occasional mile. It didn’t feel good. Who gets pleasure out of sore legs, burning lungs, and salty sweat? Not me.
Running found me. I had been spinning, walking, and stretching at the gym for a year. I was getting bored. My aunt and uncle noticed and convinced me to run a 5K with them. It was two weeks away. Two weeks! I was not ready, but they told me I was fit enough to do it and I believed them.
On Tuesday, September 29, 2009, I ran three miles for the first (and only) time before the race. It hurt, but I did it. Five days later, I lined up at the start of the Shawn Nassaney Memorial 5K. There were 200 people crowded around me. It felt like 2,000.
For 3.1 miles, I raced. I went out too fast. I panted. I cramped. I ached. I thought about quitting, but my aunt, my cheerleader, talked me through it. I stumbled across the finish line.
I didn’t smile that day, but inside, I felt stronger than ever before. I cried tears of joy. I ran a race. I FINISHED a race. Everyone at that race seemed was so inspiring. They ran and laughed with friends. They bounced with jitters. They cheered at the end. I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to run.
The following Sunday, I found a local 5K. I registered. Again, my aunt and uncle joined me, encouraging through the entire race.
That day, I smiled. I smiled the entire time. I wasn’t nervous or anxious. I ran in the moment and I felt alive. For 27 minutes, I gave everything I had to that race. I fell in love with running.
The excitement didn’t fall with the leaves. It grew. I started replacing my usual Saturday spin sessions with short runs. My friends and family joined in the fun. We chatted about our days, our feelings, everything. I found myself looking forward to waking up early on Saturday morning, lacing up my sneakers, and getting out in the fresh air.
In the past year, running and I have shared so much!
We’ve made new friends.
We’ve explored new places.
We’ve dreamed BIG dreams.
We’ve reached new distances.
We’ve outgrown skinny jeans!
I don’t run just for fitness. I run because it’s a part of me. Our relationship continues to grow and change. There are good days and bad…but mostly good! It is a bond that cannot be broken. Thank you, running!
Thank you so much for sharing, Becky! Good luck on Sunday! I know you’ll rock that marathon!
And of course, if you are interested in sharing your own Ode to Running, send me an email at lauren [at] healthontherun [dot] net. You don’t have to be a blogger to participate.