Me + Running = Love ???? Wow!
I started running 6 years ago, but I've never considered myself a runner. My start was slow and bumpy. My mom signed me up the GO! Marathon Relay. It was only 6 miles but training for that thing was awful. After that race I was done running. Until the next January when I signed myself up for the half marathon. If I thought I'd disliked training for 6 miles well that was a blast compared to training for the half marathon. Then I ran it and declared I was never running another half marathon. Until the next day, when my friend Lisa asked me if I'd consider running a half marathon with her. And I signed right up for that....and I guess that's when I got hooked but that's not when I became a runner. Not being able to run during this injury has made me realize I. am. a. runner. I'm not a sleek runner, I'm not fast, I don't have cool running clothes, I sweat buckets, my playlists have terrible taste and even though I'm not supposed to, I love the treadmill. Yes, I'm a runner.
|Coach here (who happens to be upstairs right now NOT napping) offers in home classes.|
It seems that now that I've decided I'm a runner I'm going to have to branch out a little. After years of complaining about my core strength and overall flexibility I'm ready to try yoga and/or Pilates. Since I seem to be slow to warm up to new things I suppose I'm going to have to give myself at least 6 years to fall in love.