There’s something you need to know about me. I hate running. When I run, I get a stitch in my side that hurts like heck. My legs get tired. My hips ache. At least with bike riding, you get a breeze; running is sweaty. At least with sports there’s a goal and some fun to be had; running is about as engaging as raking sand. It’s all you and the pavement and an iPod of tunes. The early morning. The cold, unbreathable air.
There’s something else you need to know about me. I started running, anyways.
I run because I want to be healthy and fit. I want to have more energy for my baby and my husband. I want to be in better shape next time I get pregnant. I run because I need to.
I’ve been running for three weeks now, three mornings a week. This morning I ran for 5 minutes straight, 16 minutes altogether. And it’s hard. But I’m getting stronger. And now I’m thinking about running a half marathon, and maybe someday a marathon. I would have never considered this 3 weeks ago.
I want to add to who I am. I want to grow. I want to be a runner. I want to be a runner till my legs fall off. I believe running is a good and healthy lifestyle. I don’t like diets and “30 day shreds” and quick fixes. When I do something, I want to do it from the core of who I am. And right now, I’m trying to change that core person into the kind of person that says, “Heck! I am strong! I can do this! I can get my butt out of bed in the middle of winter on the shortest days of the year and change my life for the better.”
I can do this.
I can be a new person.
I am being transformed. Continually. As part of my transformation, I will run, slow and steady, until my last steps. I am no sprinter. I will win no race. But I will complete this path that is laid out before me. And, when my shoes are laid to rest, I will know I am the better for it…for being willing to train myself to overcome my laziness, my disbelief and my fears.
I am a runner-to-be. I am at the beginning. Bring it on.