Running is good for me…right?

I used to HATE running. Running was a chore, right up there with cleaning the dog crap out my yard. I also hated runners, or I hated listening to them ramble on about how much they enjoyed it and really hated that I wasn’t one of those people. That’s what it boiled down to. Why didn’t I love waking up at 5 AM to run 7 miles?


With all these thoughts rattling around in my head, and a developing apathy towards working out, I did something super rational and signed up for a mini marathon! Smart, right? You get a free t-shirt, I had to do it.


While I love free t-shirts, I really signed up for the challenge. I usually let my head get in the way of my decision making, but this time I wanted to try something new that would force me to go above and beyond what I thought possible. I’m already making strides towards not melting into a pile of sweat and goo on race day. The training is tough but rewarding. The more miles I pack in the more accomplished and honestly, surprised I feel. Two months ago I could barely run a 5k.


I’m a very goal oriented person. When I have a large, daunting, likely horrible task ahead of me, I prepare. This mini is one of the greatest physical challenges I’ve undertaken, but I’m really enjoying the effort I’m putting in and how it makes me feel. I ran 5 miles today, for the second time in my life. This is a big step, people!


Moral of the story here is that I need to get out of my own head and out of my own way more often. When I signed up for this race, I weighed the pros and cons and eventually forgot all that and just hit submit.