I never, in my wildest dreams, would have ever thought I would become a runner. I know I am still a long way from being a runner, but now, I can see the possibilities---instead of the excuses. Before, I thought I was too fat to run. Or that my chest was too big for me to run. Or that I just didn't have it in me to run.
I started C25K (Couch to 5K) back in January. Those first 60 second runs nearly killed me. Day 2 took me 3 tries. Then I got into a groove, but week 3 took me 3 weeks to complete. For the past 3 weeks, I have been doing my C25K workout 3 times a week (usually T/Th/S). I've done it all on the treadmill, but after I finish week 8 (next week), I will move outside and work up to the full 5K. I'm running slower than the pace suggest (the app describes a 10 minute mile; I'm running about a 15-17 minute mile). But I'm running.
I have now run more than 20 minutes---without stopping!---3 different times! I don't think I have ever run 20 minutes without stopping---and if I did, it was back in high school (almost 30 years ago!)
When I started C25K, I didn't know if I would become a "runner". I still don't know if I will ever attempt a marathon or half marathon. Those goals are way beyond my imagination right now. But I do believe that I will run a few 5Ks.
I'm enjoying the journey. And I'm learning how strong I am. I'm learning how much I can accomplish. I am running to the new me.
I laughed when I saw this last picture. Not too long ago I posted something on Facebook along the lines of, "If you want me to go running, I'm going to need some motivation: like a clown chasing me with a bloody knife".
I'm linking up on the Spring Training 5K challenge.