I started running in the spring of 2013 for the same reason most people start running; to have more confidence with my body, but most importantly I wanted to lead a healthier lifestyle. At the time I was working at a sporting goods store so I bought myself a new pair of bright pink Nike Free Run’s, a sports bra, some cute running shorts and downloaded the Nike+ running app (still a favorite of mine). After much persuasion I talked my friend into coming with me, hoping that we could both motivate each other to go a little harder. Neither of us had ever ran before just for the sake of running, so our strategy was very basic, and in my opinion the best way to start running; we would begin running and pick an land marker (light pole, tree, fence ect.) to run to, once we reached it we would slow down for a bit and then start back up. I think the first run was about 1 mile, and it probably took a solid 15 minutes to complete, but that’s all it took- I was hooked! I don’t know if it was the freedom I felt while running or the amazing trail that I was on, but there was something about it that just made me want to go back every day. From my first run, to my run earlier this afternoon, I have never felt like it was a punishment or something that I had to do, I always just wanted to run. It didn’t hurt that when I first started getting into running I was living in Avon, Colorado so any place I ran was beautiful so I always looked forward to be out running and exploring new places. Just like that running became a part of my daily life, I wend to bed thinking about my run earlier that day and how far or where I wanted to run the next day.
The only major obstacle I’ve faced has been in July, 2014 my boyfriend I moved to South Texas. When I first moved here I didn’t really think it would affect my running as much as it has. My initial thought was that it would be easier because of the lower (non existent) elevation, but the heat mixed with the humidity here is like nothing I have ever dealt with especially coming from the cool, dry mountain air. After living here for about a year and a half now, I would say I’m a little more adjusted to it but I don’t think I will ever like the heat, my favorite temperature to run in is 55 degrees, so winters here are pretty great for that!
Running for the past two years has taught me quite a few life lessons, with the most important being; when you find something you love doing- it will not feel like work. When I first started running I never could have imagined that it would have such a strong influence on who I am as a person. I never thought that I would be capable, let alone look forward to running 6 miles. But I love it, I love how it clears my head and helps me get rid of any anxiety or stress that I might be having that day. Another major thing that I have learned is to love my body because it’s stronger then I ever thought capable. I love that my body allows me to be able to love running. There are days, heck weeks, when I don’t stretch like I should, I don’t eat like I should, I don’t drink enough water like I should but my body still preforms like it should, and it’s truly amazing. One last thing I have learned is that just like bad days will happen; so will bad runs. If you expected every run to be a solid, good run you would be setting yourself up for disappointment. Instead I try to take the bad with the good and learn why the run didn’t go the way I wanted it to and how I can change it in the future.
I guess you don’t really notice how such a seemingly small thing can change your life in such a tremendous way. I never would have imagined that by heading out for that first run, not being able to run for a solid 2 minutes without stopping, that I would be where I am today. I have such a great appreciation for myself and for my body, I have learned to overcome things in my life that are difficult and grow from them. I am happy and proud to be able to call myself a runner.
What made you start running?
Could you ever see yourself not being a runner?