I’ve never been athletic. I was never the sporty girl or the outdoorsy girl. I mean, my hobbies are things like blogging and sewing, and none of them are particularly rigorous activities.
In the past year, however, something happened in my brain. I began to wish that I could run. I had never run before, and I knew I definitely didn’t have the endurance to run very far or fast at all. Last summer I even went so far as to get a pair of running shoes. I soon discovered I couldn’t even run a half mile. I was discouraged and disenchanted, and I gave up.
Throughout the end of 2013 and beginning of 2014, I watched people run with increasing envy. I still wished I could run. I read articles for beginner runners, and researched everything from what to wear running, to how to increase distance. I told myself I would get back to it when my stressful spring semester ended.
Two months ago, I still wanted to run, but still wasn’t running. I was watching a video on YouTube where someone was recommending the book Running Like a Girl, by Alexandra Heminsley. I decided on a whim to download it from Audible.
I absolutely devoured that book. It seemed to know exactly what I was struggling with, and exactly what I wanted to accomplish. I truly think it was reading that book that got me to put my running shoes back on, and head out the door.
I still couldn’t even run a half mile. In my research, every plan for new runners seemed to start with the assumption that the new runner would be able to run a whole mile. If you can’t, I feel your pain. My first week of running, I would alternate running and walking for four minute increments until I’d been out for twenty to thirty minutes. I did this for four days that week.
By Thursday of my second week, I had run my first mile.
I did not expect to run a mile the day that I did. The day before I had to stop after just five minutes. There was no way.
As I jogged, however, I checked my iPod. I had run for five minutes, and felt fine! I knew I could keep going, at least for a little bit. By the time I started to feel like stopping, the mile mark was so close, I knew that I couldn’t. I ran my first mile that day in ten minutes and thirty seconds, and was absolutely on top of the world.
So now I’m in my fourth week of running, and I actually get excited to put on my trainers and head out the door. I’m nearly up to two miles at a time, and hope to be able to run a 5k by the end of August.
I’m so glad I’ve finally started to stick with running, and hope to share my progress with you!