As some of you know, I have a passion for running. I'm definitely not an accomplished runner. In fact, I'm not even an accomplished novice, lol. A couple of years ago (pre-pregnancy), I thought I'd try my hand at this sport that always seemed so intriguing. I joined a running clinic with my hubby, which involved learning to run for a 5K. It was in the middle of the smoggy, sweltering summer here in Toronto, but I made a personal commitment to lace my shoes up and give it my all.
Sigh - I remember those runs with hubby, after I begrudgingly dragged him out of bed before the sun got too hot on Saturday mornings. He's a sleeping-in kind of guy, so he was always a bit grumpy for the first little while during our runs. His eyes were squinty, and facial expression in semi-scowl mode - but he was there in body.:-)
I always wondered about running, and why I pursued it. There are so many wonderful things about it. The scenery whipping past you, the sense of freedom, being at "one" with your breathing. For me, I love listening to some great tunes, feeling the blood rush through my body, and the great sense of accomplishment after a good run. But let's not be overly unrealistic about things either. The muscles in my legs would sting like mad. My lungs would be burning like a raging fire. The idea of running for even ten more seconds would sometimes feel impossible, and I'd have to convince myself to make it to the next tree, and then the next, and so on. Let's face it - running is painful and hard.
But then I realized - that's what I love about it. The fact that I'm driving my body to do something so athletic and powerful, and that I'm pushing through the burn. It's a bit masochistic to want to feel the pain - but what's that expression involving gain?;-) It's true. I enjoy running, because I enjoy the labour of love. And if the labour of love involves some burning and stinging, then so be it.
Right, so back to the clinic. We ended up being able to run a 5K at the end of it all. Miraculous, really. And we signed up for our first race. At the end of that summer, I crossed my first finish line.
So, a pregnancy, a baby, and 50lbs-to-lose later, here I am. A few months ago, I was advised against running because of potential stress to my muscles after pregnancy. It was disappointing, but I paid heed to all the advice. But when I see runners on the street now, I can't help but pine for that feeling again.
With that, I've decided to start back with the C25K again. I think I'm ready. In early August, I'm going to start a running clinic for women only. Boys - nothing personal, my last experience in a running clinic with you lot was a bit too competitive.;-) Plus, I'm a bit self-conscious about my body at the moment. Will this story end with a race? Not sure. But a finish line will get crossed, even if it's in my own head.:-)