If You Run, You Are A Runner

Joggers.

I saw them in the movies, and read about them in books.  They were out on the streets in the morning and around campus as I made my way to class.  And every time I saw them, I’d think to myself “wow, that would be cool.”

But never, not once, did I attempt to emulate them.  In high school, at my absolute thinnest, I had trouble walking around the block without being winded and it physically hurt to exercise.  I couldn’t stand the feeling of not being able to breathe, and although my weight yo-yo’d in high school and in college, I rarely took to exercise as a form of weight management, and even then I did so inconsistently.

But there were times – so many times – when I would watch the main character of a movie lacing up her shoelaces, putting her hair in a messy ponytail and going out for a run and long for the ability to do just that.

I never actually thought that I would though.

When I started my weight loss journey, my only goal in adding exercise to my plan was to lose weight as fast as I possibly could.  It’s amazing to look back at what I was doing then, and compare it to now.  Check out the book The Core Program and take a look at the simple leg lifts, slow bicycle kicks, and knee raises and imagine a 15 minute slow, methodical workout that left my 240lb self gasping for air and unable to finish  (just in case these numbers are confusing… I weighed 260 at my heaviest, and 240 when I started my weight loss journey.  I mark my weight loss from the 260 mark, though… mostly because it sounds much more awesome to say I’ve lost 80lbs than it does to say I’ve lost 60.)  :)  Anyway, THOSE were the kinds of workouts I started out with.  Later, I built myself up to simple exercise videos I found on Netflix, and then tried the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred (I’ve never yet gotten through level two, and never even tried level three.)  Eventually, I did P90x when a friend bought a copy for me (I did my best, and “forgot the rest”) and on my “light” days (read: on the days when I was too sore to do anything else!) I’d walk with Leslie Sansone.  I think it was during one of these walks that I first decided to try jogging.  At the end of one of her workout tapes, she has her viewers do a quick jog in place, and rather than jog in place, I started jogging around my house, keeping pace with the music.  I did this for her recommended 2 minutes, and then let the DVD flip over to the next walking exercise and kept jogging to the beat.  I can’t remember how long I jogged that first day, but I do remember my feeling of elation… I didn’t know my body could MOVE that way – I really didn’t!  I started jogging on the treadmill every now and then, but never consistently… I still struggled to breathe and I really didn’t like it much.  But then one day, I decided to try running a 5k.  I started running a little more frequently, and then one day Manuela ran the distance with me in her neighborhood.  After that, I was happy with the fact that I could say I’d “done it,” and it was a while before I ran again.

After I finished my 90 days of p90x, I found myself struggling to get back into it – or any other exercise program – again.  I wanted some kind of outside accountability – something that would FORCE me to exercise.  So, I signed up for a 10k (a 10k and not a 5k because I wanted it to be something I’d have to train hard for in order to accomplish.)

You know the rest from there (and if you don’t, you can read about it here and here.)

I didn’t set out to become a runner.  And yet, I feel I’m being molded by a force greater than myself (three guesses as to Who!)  :)  Tonight, I went for a 3 mile jog.  My legs were hurting badly from doing a p90x leg strengthening video yesterday and there were several points during the run when I didn’t think I’d be able to finish.  I was on the treadmill for almost an hour and was 1/2 mile from being finished, when the thing stopped working.  Although a huge part of me wanted to thank God for divine intervention and pass out in the floor, I got in my car, drove to town, and ran the rest of my 3 miles.  It felt AMAZING.

Not just the running, but the knowledge that I CAN run – and that I WILL run – even though it hurts, even though I don’t want to.  I came home, wrapped my arms around my husband, buried my face in his chest and whispered “I’m a runner!”  He answered, “Yes, you are” and I felt like I was going to cry.

I’m one of those people.

Those people who run.

Today, I read an awesome quote on a blog tonight that made me smile:

I’m a runner!

(On a side note, I really like this quote, too…)

How about a 20 minute mile?  Does that count?

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Category: Weight Loss, Running, Victory Journal

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3 Responses to If You Run, You Are A Runner

  1. Of COURSE a 20 minute mile counts!!! What matters is that you are out there and doing something good for yourself – and moving your body!!! Good luck as you continue your journey of fitness – you rock!!!!

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