I am a runner. It took me a long time to realize that I didn’t have to win races to be classified as a runner. The fact that I woke up most mornings looking forward to going for a run, made me a runner. It didn’t start out that way. I HATED running at first. Cursed every step of the way. I would run on a treadmill at the gym mainly because it was the easiest exercise to do. No weights, no reps, just get on and run. I could listen to music or watch tv, it was mindless and for a while the most I ever did was a couple of miles. I was a pretty proud if I could run 2 or 3 miles before starting my day but I wasn’t consistent nor did I look forward to it.
Then in 2010 we moved to Philly and were convinced by friends to sign up for the 10 mile Broad Street Run. Regardless of the fact that I had never even completed a 5K, we signed up. My boyfriend was a soccer player since basically birth, so running was second nature for him – me not so much. We finished the run and my supportive amazing husband ran with me. Did it feel good? Not really. Did I care about the medal? Not really. But for some reason we signed up for a half marathon. I figured I could run another 3 miles and be able to say “I ran a half marathon” We finished it but then my tolerance for running completely diminished. It was basically nonexistent for all of 2011, I ran the Broad Street again but had to walk the last 3 miles due to lack of training. It was rough. Then in December of 2011 my boyfriend asked me to marry him and I needed to do something to get back into shape.
So in 2012 my goal for the year was to run 500 miles and in 2013 my goal was to run 1,000 miles which turned into running my first full marathon. In 2014 I had my son and took it easy and honestly didn’t even track my miles. But in 2015, I have run further than I have ever run before and have completed nearly 1,200 miles (only 56 miles away) and have run my second full marathon and a 12 hour endurance race.
I am a better person when I run. It makes me feel good inside and out. At some point in logging all those miles I forgot about running and starting thinking about life. I can’t pinpoint when it happened but I am glad it did because I am proud to be a runner.