This past weekend I found myself online looking for marathons in the Seattle area in September. It wasn’t until I scrolled through a few results that I realized something:
I’m a runner.
You’re probably wondering what’s so weird about that.
Well, I started off in November with a goal of running the Seattle Rock-n-Roll Half-Marathon in June. It was a pretty lofty goal considering I was an overweight couch potato at the time who didn’t even own a pair of running shoes.
My running program started with a series of 60 seconds of running with longer walks in between. Sounds crazy now, but back then those 60 seconds were the longest of my life. Over time I built up my mileage, decreased my walking, and now I’m comfortably running 3 miles a day and up to 10 miles on the weekend.
The funny thing is that now I feel bad when I *don’t* run.
Every time I pass the 60-second mark at the start of a run I remember where I started and how hard it was to get through that first 60 seconds. Everything else seems easier in comparison, you know?
One thing I have learned in all of this is that our friends and loved ones often see something in us we don’t see ourselves. My friends Debb, Betsy M, and Cindy have encouraged me every step of the way in my training, and of course Warren is my biggest fan. I didn’t think I could do this in the beginning, but they did. And now I’ve proved them right.
This also proves my theory that the hardest step is the first one. After that, you’ve already got some momentum to help you along.
What have you discovered about yourself this year that is a little bit surprising to you? What happened to make you realize it? Let’s talk about it in the comments.