This picture has absolutely nothing to do with my post, but oh well. It's the old bait and switch trick. I have to use something to get people to read the post and a little handsome boy with blue yogurt all over his face might do it.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
This post is about my running class because I promised an update. I didn't have a picture of me running or I would have posted that. Here's the story, but there is some background. Let me start by saying that I am not now and have never been physically fit or really physically active. I have never liked sports and have never really been able to walk more than a mile or so, let alone run. The only reason I ever saw to run was if somebody was chasing me with a sharp object. Other than that, why run?
However, in the back of my mind, in that area that hold some of your secret desires, I have always envied women that can run. I would watch people on tv finishing marathons and just start to cry because of the incredible accomplishment and how they must feel so good about what they have just accomplished. I have a sister that runs and for the most part loves it. I have envied her. When people ask why I don't run, I have always said it's because I just can't and that's the end of that. But for years this desire to run and cross finish lines, push my body to heights that I never knew I could, has sat dormant. There was always an excuse to "not run", just like I have always found an excuse to do just about anything that I haven't wanted to push myself hard enough to do.
About 6 weeks ago the Davis County Continuing Education paper came in the mail. I always look through the classes offered and sometimes even take one. They are cheap and pretty good classes. On the back page of the paper there it was "from couch to 5K". There is was and I knew that the time had finally come to see what my body could actually do when pushed. At first I hemmed and hawed, trying to avoid making any sort of commitment. I called friends to see if they could take it with me with no luck. At the end of the day I just decided that if nobody would take it with me I would do it. To be honest, I was TOTALLY intimidated by it. The next morning I read about the class again and decided that I was not going to accomplish this goal that I have always had sitting dormant if I continued to find reasons not to do it. I called right then and signed up for the class.
The first day of class was terrifying for me. I didn't know if I was dressed right, I didn't know if I was going to be able to do it, and I was just plain freaked out.
Well, I'm in week two and Saturday is the 3rd class. I have the right attire now and the right shoes and I'm actually running. Okay, I have to admit that I was not designed for running. Let's face it, there are those that were given that gift from God and those that weren't. I'm in the second group and therefore it really is VERY difficult. I struggle every time I go out to run. I have to force myself to get out of bed and to just do it. I feel like I'm going to die and the entire time feel as if my lungs are being pulled out of my mouth. It's hard, I'm not going to lie about it. I still am not sure that I am going to be able to do it. I am signed up for two 5K's in May and I don't think that I will be the first one crossing the finish line, but the point of this whole thing is that I will be crossing the finish line.
Some goals sit for years while we come up with every reason not to do it. Yes, we are busy, and out of shape, or can't afford it. There is always a reason to not do something, and I just got sick of those reasons. they were excuses because when it comes down to it, there was fear that I couldn't do it and fear of what people would think. At this point I am now just excited and proud of myself. I still wonder if my body will get to the point where I don't want to die with every step I take, but I'm doing something I've dreamed about. A 5K for most people just isn't that big a deal, I realize that. It's more than 3.1 miles though, it's being able to say I did it, that I achieved that dream. What's better than that?
Posted by soapstarmom at 10:43 AM