In the last few years, however, something magical happened. My husband bought me a really cool bike. I love my speedy red cycle. I loved the miles I booked on that thing, I loved going fast, I loved riding with my husband all around the valley.
But when winter came, we never rode. Smokey summers kept us from riding then. Oh and pregnancy, injuries, etc. I had thought about going for rides by myself, but I worried about being gone so long and what if I got hurt, or got a flat... so then worries kept me inside.
Then last year, when I decided I needed to get healthy again, I knew that riding the bike may not be in the cards, because my husband had recently gotten a severe ankle injury at work. So I started thinking about maybe getting a treadmill... you know... maybe.
A friend found one at a garage sale for $100. But I didn't have a truck. She did. And next thing I knew I was the owner of a treadmill.
I was rather frightened of the thing. I had started eating better and that was all good. But running? I had recently read the incredible book Running Like a Girl: Notes on Learning to Run, which actually made me think I could possibly do it too. I was watching my niece and my brother clock mile after mile... why not me?
So I downloaded a C25K app and started. That was 6 months ago. I did 1.4 miles in 30 minutes that first time. I got to week 5 Day 2 and I commented on Daily Mile, " Something incredible happened when I ran that 8 minutes straight. I realized I may have never done that in my entire life. Felt rather pro." And then...
I don't know what happened. That was literally the last time I tried running. Maybe I was sore, maybe I got sick... I don't remember. All I know is that there were a few tries and then nothing... for months.
Then three weeks ago, I decided to try again. I started at week 3 and this afternoon I did Week 5 Day 1 (again). It felt great. One of my greatest struggles with running has always been my breathing. I am slightly asthmatic and have always struggled getting in full breaths, even when not running. But today, it seemed to click. It was amazing.
And now I am nervous. What if I stop again? What if I stop thinking I can do it?
But you know what? Something occurred to me after my run. I was reading an article that was all about things people think when they were running and I was agreeing with almost all of them (I don't see cute doggies and heaven knows I am not wondering whether or not to wave at other runners when I am on the treadmill in the homeschool room). And then... I thought... Am I a runner? I haven't yet run a total workout... but I run. I think... quite possibly... I am a runner. I am a runner. I am a runner.
So there you have it. I am a runner