One year ago, I ran my first 5K.
My brother knew I was trying to get healthy and
bullied convinced me to run a tiny 5K in his town. I had just quit smoking. I was underweight and completely out of shape. I’d just begun my self-titled Project Peach Cadet, but hadn’t been at it more than a week or two. And I most certainly was not a runner.
That 5K? IT SUCKED.
I had to stop to walk several times, got a stitch in my side, felt overheated by mile 1 and was about as speedy as a hippopotamus on Valium. That day I finished way behind my brother AND my 8-year-old nephew (ouch, my pride) with a humbling time of 38:50.
Even so, I refused to let that disappointing experience stop me.
I kept training hard.
I found CrossFit and there I met other runners (yay for Bertie!) who encouraged me to run races with them.
I did a team relay race. In a neon green tutu.
I did my first ever trail run.
I did 5Ks in the cold. In the heat. In the rain.
I ran a race at midnight on New Year’s Eve to ring in 2013.
I ran my first 10K in 90+ degree summer heat. In the winter, I totally ran a 15K for the chocolate.
And finally, last month I completed my. first. half. marathon. WHOA.
If you had told the gasping, winded, out of shape 2012 version of me that a year later I’d be able to run the very same race sub-30 minutes, I’d have laughed my ass off.
Except that today, I did run the very same race. And I finished in 29:44.
I did it.
Happy Birthday to me.
Goals for this year: improve my speediness and do another half marathon – this time sub-2hrs.
To my running readers, holler if you have any advice on speed training. All help is welcome.