be a runner

I started running a few summers ago and got really into it. But each year I gave up in the fall once it got cold. I never could get into running inside on a track or treadmill and couldnt psyche myself up enough to run outside once its cold.
This year I didnt run in the summer and it really disappointed me, I think I need to start doing it in the winter cause otherwise Ill just give up.

Also I want to get into good enough shape to run a marathon. Probably not this upcoming spring but the next? Dunno, the most I ever ran was 16 miles, I think I could do it if I trained a bit.

i am 11 and i want to be an interior designer, graphic designer, architect, and run a cafe… I love running and i want to run a marathon before i am 16… my birthday is nov 13th so i am almost twelve… when i am running i feel like i am flying i LOVE running

For last two or three weeks I’ve been running on and off again. I haven’t ran since Tuesday, partly because of the weather but mostly because of laziness. I’m going to run again tomorrow morning and hopefully maintain running everyday for at least the rest of the week. I want to run a complete mile by July 1st. Overall I’m getting better but I have to push myself into it more.

So, I’ve always enjoyed running. I played softball for years and years and in athletics most of the fall was cardio. Running, running, sprinting, and more running. Agility, endurance, footwork… I hated the pain, but loved how I felt afterward. It was hard, I was always a bigger girl on my team (weighing in at 160lbs being 5’5) and while I have thunder thighs from my pitching it still doesn’t say much. I love running though, long distance, untimed, uncharted running. So today at work I decided I wanted to go work out once I got home… this was after watching worlds strongest man on spike tv for about an hour in booth 132 while our restaurant was completely empty. We ate a cranberry chicken salad for dinner and my sister laced up her sneakers and I ditched the gym for a run around the block with her. No driving = no loss of gas. The run was so much nicer with a partner, first off. Countless times have I tried to run to the elementary school close to our house and made it maybe 200 yards before I walked with my hands on my hips. Together we ran down to the school and up the street perpendicular to ours, deciding at the major intersection to walk about a quarter of a mile back home and run the rest of the way. I feel fantastic, and am surprised my endurance held up. I recently (I say recently, really I mean since last september) have become a smoker, mostly when I’m out with friends, and played cat and mouse with working out. ” I just smoked, I’m not barely going to be able to breathe if I run now.” or “I just drank a coke, I’ll get a cramp.” My solution to issue number two was simple. Don’t drink coke except maybe at lunch and a little while I’m working just because its easy. But issue one is a bit more difficult, because its such a social habit. My endurance had always beat out my muscles at school, especially while in college. So to see that my lungs and heart didn’t go in to panic when we were running was really reassuring. It feels good to be worn out again, and I want to keep this going.

Love it….its a release and I feel great and sore afterwards…the best sleep you’ll ever get though…and Peep that TIME!

G

Although I’ve always wanted to be a runner, I have finally accepted the fact that due to a pair of REALLY BAD KNEES, running is not something I can commit to doing. I actually went out to the track and tried running a few laps, but the pain was well, painful. So, file this under attempted but failed.

After two months of running three days a week, treading along, getting better, making myself do it, I had an epiphany tonight.

I was sitting around this evening around 7pm thinking I should have gone to the gym today when my husband said, why don’t you to up to the clubhouse and run?

So, I put on my outfit and shoes and clipped on my ipod and ran up to the clubhouse, ran 2.3 miles without stoppping on the treadmill, then ran home in the dark with Abba’s Super Trouper in my ears. I felt free and strong and powerful. It all changed tonight.

I am a runner.

“Tonight the
Super Trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
Smiling, having fun
Feeling like a number one…”

“Just do it” I feel like i’ve heard this all my life but it’s just now been like, revealed to me.
I pierced my nose recently and I remember how I was feelin as I sat on the edge of my claw-foot tub, with a stud halfway thru my nostril “It hurts, this isn’t sanitary, why didn’t I just have a pro handle this” And then the final thought, “Just do it.” and I pushed it thru and it was done, and my nose is pierced. I see now, after my bathroom revelation, that this can apply to most things in life.
I ran today. I was arguing with myself all morning, a day spent at the hospital for my little boy’s stomach problems, and I came home and sat down in a chair, weighin the options of nap vs. running.
“Just do it.” The voice came again.
And I did.
I wasn’t awesome, but I didn’t suck either. I’m gonna do it again tomorrow.
Where did this voice come from? It’s not mine. But I sure as hell hope it intends to stay for a long time.

Running is the best change that I’ve ever made in my life. I’m happier than I used to be and more relaxed. I’ve learned to commit to myself to train as hard as I possibly can on workout days and to relax, but never walk, on recovery days. I feel healthier and more in control of my life.

I went for a run with my husband on sunday morning which of course was a huge mistake. He is an athlete, I mean he was state champion in Mountain Biking a few years ago. I barely ran 4/10ths of a mile. It was pathetic. He was really nice about it but I know he thinks i’m worthless. How will I ever be a runner when I have ZERO endurance. I start out, I’m fine, my legs feel good but I can’t control my breathing! Then I freak out in my head like I can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe. Then I stop. It’s like 97 degrees here too. Miserable. Really.