New Running Records! #13in2013

I ran a 10K yesterday.

You have no idea how monumental this is. Me. The girly-girl who couldn’t run a mile without walking… or getting bored… or wimping out. Me, the girl who brought an entire camping trip home early because I couldn’t walk up a mountain.

I tried to be a runner my whole life. It started in high school. My best friend and I would go to the track and run. She was on the track team. I could barely make it a mile.

In college I tried again. I would run a few miles here and there, but it never stuck.

I tried again as a young mom, but the boredom took over. I just couldn’t find the joy in it.

Then a few years ago I went out for a walk. I was bored walking so I started running. Every day I would run one more mailbox. I got myself some earphones and an iPod Touch to keep me company on my runs, and before I knew it I was running two miles. Then three.

I had some setbacks… knee problems… I tried the Vibrams, and they helped. For a time. Three miles became the norm. Then four.

I ran a race, where my only goal was to break 30 minutes. I surprised myself by coming in at 29:03.

The next one was a bit of a disappointment, but I got some redemption in my 3rd 5K last Thanksgiving Day when I scored a new personal best at 28:32.

In January I ran my 4th 5K at 28:36, which was fine by me. I just wanted to prove that I could do it again.

Last Saturday I ran again. It was the day before St. Patrick’s Day and the racers were quite festive, decked out in green tutus and wigs. I wasn’t feeling well and had no great ambitions. But once the gun went off, I was flying. I never felt better, and my official time came in at 28:14, although my Garmin tells a different story. Unfortunately I shut it off just short of the 3.10 mile-mark, but since the race wasn’t chip timed, I like to think my final time was closer to 28 minutes.

Either way, I’ve been flying high ever since!!

Afterwards everyone gathered at an Irish pub to celebrate. You can imagine how festive it was, the day before St. Paddy’s Day!

Yesterday morning I got together with a couple of friends for a virtual 10K — that’s six point two miles, y’all!!! I was hoping to get it in under one hour, but my final time was 1:02:41 — not too shabby considering it was my first time running that far, and the last mile I was running uphill and against the wind. I’ll take it! It was a blustery day, but we did it — Whitney, Dottie and I! SIX-POINT-TWO MILES! Smiling all the way!

My body aches, my feet are shot, but I feel like a rockstar. Six miles. POINT. TWO!

I hope I can keep up this pace. I know I need to see a doctor about my bone spurs. I know I should ice my feet… take it easy… get a massage. Maybe the massage I can handle.

But for now? I am flying high. I ache. Everywhere. But I’m doing it. I’m out there. Running. Getting better. Faster. Stronger. Me, the girly-girl. The weakling that brought a college course to its knees. This 40-year-old mom of three who never played a sport in her life. I’m a runner. Hear me roar!