You know what blows my mind? How I have completed a half-marathon (13.1 miles) before, yet today I struggled just to do 2.69 miles. Talk about frustrating!
I have such a love/hate relationship with running. Well, more of a hate relationship if I’m being honest. It’s one of those things that seems impossible for me to get better at, no matter how many miles I have under my belt. Granted, I haven’t officially run in a while because it’s been so warm here and I’m not a fan of feeling like I’m going to suffocate while trying to run. (Okay, so I’m exaggerating a bit. Just a bit though. Thank you, Houston humidity.)
Yesterday I went out to lunch with one of my girl friends. She asked me if I would sign up to do a triathlon with her and I said sure! I’ve always wanted to do a triathlon, but have shied away from it because I’m terrified to swim in a lake. Lakes just aren’t my thing at all. In addition to the murky lake water, I don’t want to have to feel like a sardine swimming with tons of other people and worrying about snakes, alligators, and the amount of duck poop that I will be dodging. Ew. (And I’m exaggerating just a little here too. Hi, I’m Kristin and I tend to exaggerate.)
Despite my fears of lake water, I felt inspired to go for a run today. I woke up and put on one of my favorite tanks that says, “Don’t Be Basic” and laced up my running shoes. After dropping my son off at school, I set out for my run. Something you should know about me: I’ve never had a running buddy. I’d like to say that it’s because I just really like listening to my music, but that would be a lie. I’m just that slow and know that all of my friends are faster. (Not exaggerating here. Like they win 1st place in races on the norm and I struggle to break a 10-minute mile. We just aren’t a good combo.)
That being said, while I was out running this morning I ran into a friend that was also running. She’s fast and an awesome runner and I was hoping we’d just say “hi” and keep on going. Nope. She’s so sweet and turned around to run with me. I immediately told her that I was slower and she could go ahead, but that didn’t happen and I panicked. I didn’t want to slow her down and I started running faster and then she started talking and I’m not used to talking when I run. I mean, maybe singing occasionally when no one is around, but not carrying on a conversation. I totally tried to play it off that I wasn’t out of breath and could hold a conversation with her, but who was I kidding? It was obvious. Ha, ha. She finally ran ahead of me and we parted ways and I went back to my slower pace.
Running is a funny thing. You know, it never gets easier for me. I read something once and it’s so true and can be applied to anything in life: “It never gets easier. You just get stronger.” When I was training for my half-marathon, the first mile was always hard. It was all about my mindset and my persistence to just keep on going. Even when I was up to running 10 miles regularly, that first damn mile was always the hardest for me… but I always kept on going.
I got stronger and stronger the more I did it. Of course now that I don’t run on the regular anymore, it’s easier to just give in to my body and walk a little here and there. I do hope that I can get back into running and that it becomes an activity that I enjoy doing once again. Since I’m going to sign up for the tri with my friend, I think that will help. I’m the type that really works hard at something when I have a deadline. Training for the tri will help me keep on going and running regularly again.
So here’s to all of the other people out there that might not be the fastest at running, biking, swimming, etc, but at least you’re not sitting on the couch, which is what my lovely friend Sarah said to me on our short run together this morning.