Five minutes in my life as a runner:
1. The first time I ran an entire minute. It was early (well, early at the time, like 6 am, which is practically mid-day now) on the morning of September 14, 2006. I had been walking for months trying to lose weight with no success. Somewhere around the first of the month, I started toying with the idea of running, so I started by counting my steps - if I could run 50 steps then I got to walk 100 steps. I bumped it up to 100 steps of running and didn't actually die, so maybe, just maybe, I could go a little further. I decided to try. And, really, that's probably the moment that changed my life even more than the actual running. I ended up running an entire mile! Uhhh, more or less. This was long, long before I owned any sort of tracking device.
|I really, truly dislike running in races this large. Give me a couple hundred or - at most - a couple thousand runners, please! None of this 25,000 people nonsense. Also? Why the fuck was I wearing long sleeves in May?? Rookie move, for sure.|
|I wish I could tell you that my first round of speedwork yielded amazing results, but no. Back in 2009, I trained for 8 weeks to run a sub-25 5K, but I crossed the finish line of this race at 25:00.43, if you can believe that. I was PISSED! I blame the tights and long sleeves. I mean, yeah, it was late January, but that was way, way, waaaaaaaay too many clothes for a hot runner like me.|
|It only took four tries to get the one that eventually made it to post. I think that's actually a record for me.|
|One of the happiest finish lines I've ever crossed. Everything about this day was awesome. Except getting lost. That sucked.|