Something has happened over the past few months.
I’ve become a runner.
All my life, I thought I wasn’t one – and I even told myself that I wasn’t one… but if I’m being completely honest, I’ve grown to enjoy putting one foot in front of the other over and over and over again.
How have I become a runner? It’s mostly thanks to the Get Running app on my phone. When I want to go for a run, I load up the app, click on the Run button, and a kind English lady walks (runs?) me through what I need to do. She gives me updates on my timing, and tells me when to take a break, or just finish up with some stretching. She’s lovely.
As much as the app has been helpful, I am going to take some credit for doing this. Any time that I have tried to run before, I’ve always found a way to quit before I got good at it. I told myself that I couldn’t run, or wasn’t a long-distance runner… Fact of the matter is: I just didn’t like running. My brain was really good at coming up with excuses for not running. It even tried to trick me into thinking that I was bored while scooting along the treadmill (I wasn’t). It was really easy to think of reasons not to run, so now I’m trying to think of reasons why I shouldn’t be running. Luckily, there’s a great post on Greatist.com that thinks of good reasons to keep running for me. I even ran while on vacation, often the only one in the gym at the resort. As it turns out, I quite enjoy running!
I’m also signed up for a 5k in May, so that’s a pretty solid reason for being good at running.
See you at the gym?
Friends of mine have started running and now they run in every marathon they can find, it seems addictive, but in a good way. I wish I could but with my knee the way it is, I feel good that I can walk on our treadmill.