"Ugh, who
wants to run?"
"People sign up for 5ks for
fun!?"
"But running is so boring!"
Are these thoughts familiar?
They certainly are for me.
I have honestly hated running my entire life. I remember the first major protest I had towards running from elementary school. You see, I was a part of soft ball for a couple of years and I
loved it. I loved baseball! I remember collecting baseball cards, smashing the ball with a bat as hard as I could, and even having conversations with a friend of mine that we would grow up and play baseball professionally.
Notice that I said I played it for a couple years? Yeah. I quit.
"But I thought you said you loved baseball Samantha!"
I did! But guess what we had to do in every practice? That's right. We had to run. I hated running so much that because we had to do it in practice I decided to quit a sport I loved to play.
Granted, I had a little bit of an excuse. As a child I had asthma and sometimes breathing was not the easiest task for my little body. I didn't have it so bad that I needed an inhaler, but I did have a nebulizer breathing machine at home.
Not so peaceful protest
This hatred of running continued throughout junior high and high school as well. In every P.E. class I ever took, we were all forced to run 'The Mile'. In protest, I would just walk the entire thing, ending up with a time of 20 minutes. I remember dreading it so much that I would fantasize about how to get out of even coming to school on the days I knew we would have to run it. I was a pretty cautious teenager, so I never did actually find a way to skip it. (Funny story though: a couple of friends of mine wanted to get out of doing it so they asked me to trip them in the beginning so they could see the nurse instead of running. I tried, but they ended up being fine and I rolled down a hill and sprained my ankle!).
But running seems so special!
In my adult life, my attitude towards running changed. I had friends who loved to run and who would sign up for 5Ks, 10Ks and half marathons. And they would act like they were going to a party when they would travel to all of these events! I started watching them and the joy they received from something I was certain was horrible. I started seeing more and more running blogs pop up on the internet and the more I saw these things the more I wished I liked to run. The idea of putting on some headphones and zoning out for a few miles sounded more and more amazing but I couldn't run, could I?
Maybe I could?
Somewhere around July-August in 2014 a coworker of mine told me about this crazy 5K her friend convinced her to do in Sacramento. The ROC (Ridiculous Obstacle Challenge). It was a 5K run, and it including crazy obstacles in between. It looked insane, but also incredibly fun. I decided what the hell!? Why not!? and I chose to join them. The race was in September 2014, and I started researching Couch to 5K which I had heard about before.
Week 1: Jog for 1 minute
Now, it doesn't sound like a whole lot, but at 275 lbs it sure as hell feels like a lot. I was miserable and I remember thinking there was no way I could be a runner.
Sure enough, I walked the ROC race. I don't count it as a failure! I still did it, and I did all of the crazy obstacles and I'm proud of myself for completing it even if I didn't run much.
I'm in the center :)
Sometimes I quit things
Afterward, because I had so much fun, I decided to try the program again. My coworker and I started together and then.....stopped together. Haha! I'd like to say I kept with it and I know run 5Ks every other day, but that is sadly not the case!
I got up to Week 4 in my C25K program, did a 5K on Thanksgiving, and then promptly stopped. A break turned into a longer break turned into a "I'm too busy" turned into "I quit!"
I'm not done yet though!
This month I started running again, and I'm hoping I'll stick with it. I started at week 3 and tonight I'm on my last day of week 4. Soon I'll be at week 5! That's farther than I've ever gotten before! I'm already signed up for 5Ks in February, March, and April and I'm hoping to add in even more. My desire to do well in these races is fueling my motivation to train for them. So far, it's looking like I might just stick to my guns this time. We shall see!
And when I think back to those moments of running hatred, especially during my teenage years when I was fat but still in far better shape than now, I get so mad at myself. Why didn't you try harder?!?!?!? You probably could have run a 10 minute mile, you fool! You exercised every day in P.E. but
walked the mile? A mile isn't even that long! I am 270 lbs and I'm at least doing 15 min miles!
Haha!
So long!