Today, I went over to Trax Running in Bowling Green and was incredibly impressed by everyone there. They were SO helpful and encouraging and patient with me… I haven’t really been around the “running community” before, so I was a little nervous about going in there (there is a part of me that expects to be laughed at when I say I’m trying to run a half-marathon in November!) but it’s obvious that the people there love what they do and are really excited about sharing their knowledge with beginners like me. It was a great experience for me.
On the way home, I was thinking about something that Jordan, one of the employees out there, said to me. I mentioned something about being excited about someday feeling like a runner, and he stopped me and said, “you ARE a runner!”
And you know, there is a part of me that knows that. I even wrote a blog post about it. But there is a bigger part of me that doesn’t FEEL it. There is this little voice inside my head that tells me things like:
You don’t RUN, you shuffle your feet… it still takes you almost two hours to run 6 miles! The very fastest you’ve ever been is an 11.5 minute mile, that’s not RUNNING! And besides, RUNNERS don’t get so out of breath in the first 10 minutes that they can hardly talk!
But you know… I get out there EVERY SINGLE DAY (besides Saturday) and do something. Whether it’s a long run or a short run, or a ride on the stationary bike, or a round of P90x… every single day I’m doing something toward my goal – my goal of someday running a marathon. Today I felt horrible when I got up, runny nose, sore throat, limping on my right hip and hurting in my left knee… and I got out there and ran/jogged/shuffled for four miles. Yea, I was slow, and I had to battle some demons, but I was out there and just getting out there and doing something is doing something.
One of these days, I’m going to get to a place where I will never, EVER let someone tell me I can’t do something again. More importantly, I’ll never tell myself I can’t do something ever again. One of these days, someone is going to look at me, running a marathon or a triathlon or – who knows? maybe even an Ironman! – and think I must have always been an athlete. And it’s going to be beautiful to be able to point them back to blog posts like these and say “it was really tough. And I was REALLY SLOW. And I really didn’t believe in myself. But I got out there every single day and did what I could, and that meant something.”
One of the guys at Trax (Chris) asked me if I thought I could run the half marathon in November.
Chris, the answer is yes. I KNOW I CAN.
Thank you, to everyone at Trax, for your encouragement and support.