Thursday, May 22, 2014
...and a runner?
I guess I'm a runner. I have a hard time thinking of myself that way. I never ran growing up. But towards the end of grad school, as I realized I had gained a ton of weight, I picked up running with a friend. It was a connection I had with my brother Josh, he gave me tips and encouragement when I started and after he died, it seemed therapeutic. I ran 3 half marathons and then got pregnant. I had a hard time picking it back up with a little baby. I ran here and there, but it wasn't a priority when I felt like I already struggled to find time to spend with Andrew and Scout, and work two jobs. I just couldn't get into a consistent routine that felt manageable. Then I got pregnant, had a miscarriage, then got pregnant again. I used all that as an excuse to not run, telling myself that I would start running again after I had the baby. Well, that baby is almost 3 months old now. About a month ago I started using the Couch to 5K program, which I know is totally cliche, but it works for me. My goal is to run every other, every third day if I can't, until I go back to work. I want to build the habit back to where it feels good to run. Back to a point where I can get a few runs in a week and it feels rejuvenating, instead of draining. To a point where if I miss a day, I'm not tempted to bag the whole idea. Compared to how I used to run, I don't feel like I'm a runner. Yet. But I will be.