My good friend Makamae posted this on Pinterest today:
Oft times while I am running, I ponder either what I ate that I am now repenting of, or what I get to eat after accomplishing the run.
That didn't sound as pathetic until I typed it out.
I gotta be me.
- I weighed 165 pounds when I was 13 or 14. Chubs, in a major way.
- I got down to 140ish through counting calories slash not eating hot pockets for after school snacks.(I'm 5'7"! I have hips! I'm never going to weigh 115! Don't hate.)
- I got tired of dieting all of the time, and decided to take up some sort of exercise.
- I've always hated running, but decided it was an activity of skinny people, so I should probably take it up.
- I ran to the end of our street and had to stop and catch my breath.
- I kept running and trying and complaining and sweating.
- I cried from happiness the day I ran an entire mile without stopping.
- Ever since that first time that I ran a mile, I've been scared of returning to the state where I couldn't run a mile.
- So I keep running.
- I trained for a half marathon last spring. I was all ready: I trained, I bought new shoes, I ran my 10 mile run, and then I chickened out. The altitude in Utah was killer, and I was scared to run it all by my onesie! I'm still mad at myself to being such a wimp.
- I'm in charge of the half marathon training group on base, but I can't run the base half marathon, because I'm in charge of the dang thing.
- The idea of training for, but not running, 2 different half marathons made me angry.
- I impulsively and possibly a bit foolishly registered for the Rock N Roll Half Marathon this week and ran 10 miles today in preparation. It was fun and not too bad, and I'm not even sore! That is a statement that I never thought I would make in my entire life.
Wish me luck! Especially that I don't have any bathroom emergencies during the race (always happens to me).