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Thursday, July 2, 2015

How I Became a Runner

So I actually wrote this post a few months ago, and I meant to post it, but then I didn't run for a bit and I wasn't sure that I should even call myself a runner anymore. That's the thing about calling yourself something that you have to be instead of something that you did.

Anyway, I started running again more consistently, and so I was going to post this last week, but then I forgot. However, then my mom said something about my running for my boyfriend, and so then I KNEW that I had to post it :)

I have wanted to be a runner for a long time. I couldn't tell you exactly when I decided that running would basically be the coolest thing ever, but the first time I remember wanting to be a runner was at girls camp when I was probably 14 or 15. We were lounging around the camp, and since I didn't want to play Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John or cards, I was left to read the magazines we had lying around. The only magazines that we had, or at least that I was interested in reading, were the Runner's Magazines. I devoured those things. I think I read maybe 5 or 6 of them cover to cover. One of my leaders saw me reading the magazines (admittedly I may have only been in it at this point for the cool gear) and told me that she would like to see me 10 years down the road. She said that she would bet I would be a runner (there should be some kind of trophy for her being correct). 

I put the idea to the side, mostly because I sucked at running. Seriously, in gym when we had to run laps, I was the one that ran when the teacher was watching and paid very close attention to when his back was turned. I ignored what my eye doctor said about his wife trying to recruit me for track and field with my lean body and long legs. I did nothing with running at all, until I was 21.

The first time I really "went for a run" was after a date. I had gone out with my ex, who had assured me when we broke up that he just needed some time to get his life together, that he didn't want to drag me down, and that we'd get back together in a few months. It had been a few months at this point and we'd gone on a few dates, but we were far from getting back together. The date went well, but I felt horrible after. I had so many expectations and none of them were being met. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Everything was swelling up in my chest and I just couldn't take it anymore. I remember putting on my headphones and the same song that had been playing in the car with him was coming through my ipod. "A moment like this" by Lights out dancing So I took my little pomeranian and I went running. I think I ran about a mile and a half that day. And when I say run, I mean I ran until I thought I would either pass out or throw up, then I would walk until I was ok again, and then I would run. 

After that I would go running on a semi-regular basis (read: a few times a month). But I still didn't consider myself a runner.

A few more years went by. A few more boyfriends. All the while running off and on.

Then when I started hanging out with the Captain again, we started talking running a bit. The Captain is a Runner. Capital R. He asked me to go running with him once. I remember thinking I was complete idiot for running with him. The kid had just run a half marathon and here I was, the non-consistent mile and half kind of girl. 
We got there. I stalled (stretched...). We started out walking while I stalled some more. Then we ran. It was night and we ran along the jordan river parkway. It was beautiful. Something about that run let me forget that I couldn't breathe or that my legs were burning, or that I was so cold that I could feel it radiating off of me. We did my typical run, walk, run, routine. We did that for 4 miles. Farther than I had ever run in my life. 
That night, I felt like a runner. 

But it wasn't until I ran in the Valentines day 5k that I felt like I could call myself a runner. 

And just like that. I'm a runner. Sort of :) It only took me 10 years. 

Since then I haven't run super consistently, but the past few weeks I've started working on running again. my goal is to be able to run 8 miles straight by the end of the summer. We'll see how far I get on that considering that currently I can run just over a mile straight, but I'd at least like to be able to comfortably run a 10K. 

I've also started trying to take pictures when I'm out running (I usually walk a bit to warm up and to cool down). it's always really pretty in the morning :)


There were two eagles on my run the other day. One of them decided to fly away just before I took the picture.



Any other runners out there? How did you get into running? Or what other physical activities are you into and how did you get into them? 
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1 comment:

  1. Rachael, I totally think you are a runner. You are super great. :)

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