I started running because of a cause. Originally, I started out as one of the walkers in the Nike Women’s Half Marathon. I was doing it for my honorees and to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I was proud of myself and was honored to be a part of Team in Training. It’s a good group of people with an amazing purpose.
And then there was this little voice inside of me that kept telling me to run.
I’ve only been running for a few months. I never thought that I would enjoy it or be good at it. And I know what you’re thinking…and you’re right: I’ve taken on a big goal with this half marathon gig. The good news is that Team in Training does an excellent job of training the Newbies. They start you out slow and gradually teach you to build up your mileage. They teach you about proper shoes and clothing. They also warn you about (gasp) chaffing! (Do tell your favorite “lube” if you get the chance. It’s time for me to be looking for that stuff.) They’ve been great…but I would have never believed that I am starting to love to run. I’m enjoying the clarity it has (recently) offered. (Those first few months are TOUGH.) I am starting to become addicted. I am proud that I haven’t quit. And I, um, (cough, cough) like the, er, effect that running has on my rump and legs.
The other day, a co-worker of mine called me a “runner.” Don’t get me wrong - I wasn’t offended by this in any way and was even flattered, but I felt the need to correct her. “I run.” I said. “I’m not a runner yet.”
I don’t know at what point I will feel like I can call myself a “runner.” I guess I’ll know when I get there. Right now, I just love that I’m pushing myself to do something that I never thought was possible…even though I’m SO NERVOUS about getting to that finish line. I look to you “official” runners. I’ve already learned quite a bit from you Marathon Mommies. So, a big thank you. To all of you. You make me that much more excited.