It feels so good to say I think I’m ready to start back up with running regularly. As hard as it is, I have to remain patient with my ankle and acknowledge I am not at the top of my game. I need to ease slowly back into a regular schedule and take it one short run at a time.
Yesterday was my first non-race run since April 8th when twisted my ankle. I started on week 6 day 1 of Couch to 5k and did some intervals. I got in about 3.5 miles total. It was slow and it felt so good. I also got to try out my new running shorts from REI.
I snagged these at the REI members sale in May and I really like them. They are high enough in the waist and long enough in the leg. I prefer pretty high waisted running bottoms and these aren’t all the way up to my natural waist, but they are close and have a draw string to prevent slip downs. I got a big butt and can’t stand feeling like my booty is hanging out or needing to hike up my running pants/shorts the whole time I run. These are nice and slimming and have a great reflective stripe on each thigh.
I’ve got some serious work to do in preparation for the Bellingham Bay Half Marathon in September but I am feeling ready for the challenge and look forward to lacing up more frequently over the next several months.
As a total aside. I want a dog. Bad.
April 26th was my runniversary! One year of running is a pretty big accomplishment for me and I thought you might like to know how I got here.
My friend Jamie began a jogging class at school and was really enjoying it. She was planning on doing a 5k and I just had a moment of thinking “Yea, I can do that” and offered to run one with her! It was hard to even say the words out loud but once I had, I figured there was no going back. I’d spend the next few weeks training to run a 5k, then probably never run again. I’d never really enjoyed running. I slogged through the timed mile in high school, and dreaded track workouts when I played volleyball. There was a spurt of interest in running in high school where I sorta took up jogging after school but it didn’t last long and it was never structured.
Once I committed, Jamie and I picked out a race in early July and I began the Couch to 5K (C25K) program. I started on on on Week 2 Day 1 and it was not as easy as I hoped. I tried to not get frustrated at my slowness and inability to sustain a jog. The slow and steady progress prescribed in the C25K we helpful for keeping my spirits up as almost every run included some length of time of running i couldn’t do last week (90 secs, 2 minues, 3 minutes, etc.). I so distinctly remember Week 4 running 5 minutes without stopping and I was ecstatic. I came home and proclaimed “Babe! Two weeks ago 90 seconds of jogging was hard and I just sustained a jog for 5 whole minutes!”
The C25K program also gave me a sort of permission to run/walk without being a failure. I somehow had it in my head before I began, that runners don’t walk and that if I couldn’t sustain a run for the whole amount of time I was out, then I wasn’t doing it right. How silly! I feel that the C25K program helped me see that I could succeed doing what my body needed and by pushing myself a little at a time. One doesn’t just get up one morning after not running and run a 5K that day (unless you are my Mr…. I’ll never understand him!).
I persisted through the program and ran my first 5K – The Whatcom Literacy Council 5K – on June 16th 2012. I ran most of it, and walked some, and I was so proud and happy at the end of it. Mr. was my cheerleader and when I came around the corner and saw his smiling face near the finish line, it gave me the push I needed to finish strong.
(This picture was taken by the wonderful MT before we were running buddies and it makes me happy that she was cheering me on from the start of this adventure. I think we both knew even then that we’d be dear friends eventually.)
That race began a love affair with races. I ran 7 more races during the subsequent 6 months and finished 2012 in better shape than I’ve been in for years.
The story continues, but I’ll save it for another post as I don’t want to tire you out. So, to be continued as the after school specials say.
What got you running? Or what was the catalyst for adopting a new habit?