I realize it is so strange for me to even talk about running but I must say I'm starting to love it. I have NEVER been a runner. I tried track in junior high and it was hopeless. My track coach was a bit of a loser and saw nothing special in me. I don't think I got 5 minutes of her time the entire season. She'd just have me "go run half a mile," "go run 200 meters," "let's try hurdles," etc, etc. The list goes on. I never found what I was good at and the best I ever did in a race was 3rd. Not to mention, other kids said I looked "funny" when I ran.
So, now I'm an adult and I don't care if I look funny while I run. I've finished the biggest challenge in my life to this point (nursing school, duh?) and need a new one. So, why not running? Gives me something to work for and there is the great benefit of getting fit and looking good in clothes, right?
Last night I ran at 8:30 pm since I worked the night before and had slept through the day. It was so euphoric. The sound of music in my ears, cool breeze on my face, and a beautiful pink sunset off in the horizon. It was so nice I just kept running. I think it's the first time in my life I thought, "I get it now." I can see how people get addicted to this thing called running. I'm crossing my fingers that I can get addicted myself.
So . . . new goal in life. Running. Start with a 5k, then 10k, then 1/2 marathon. I think the goal may stop there. We'll see how the knees hold out. :)
3 days ago

