Since 2007, I have always had an excuse for not running, jogging, exercising, etc. I have asthma. “Hey guys, I can’t run, I have asthma.” So I haven’t really done much running in the years since. Asthma was always my safe spot; a place I could go to let myself off the hook for not doing more. I wouldn’t even try to jog or run unless someone else was sort of pushing me to and even then I wouldn’t really try very hard. I was just lazy and didn’t want to run and I just so happened to have a handy dandy get out of jail free card. After years of starting and quitting workout routines, I wanted to try to do more. I was getting sick of buying larger sized clothes and feeling uncomfortable and always having to adjust something or other that I was wearing to make it more flattering. And this isn’t to say everyone should look a certain way, these are my personal feelings. Also, I’m not looking to be thin; just less jiggly. This isn’t something that will happen for me if I keep leaning on asthma. So I decided to do something about that.
In August, at 30 1/2 years of age, I decided to get out and start jogging just to see how it went. I started with Couch to 5k. Run, walk, run, walk. I was going on my own three times a week, eventually being super proud once I got to week five and was able to run for 20 minutes straight. It was nice to get out into the open air and just go. I realized after awhile that it just takes a bit for me to get my breath under control but once it is, I’m good!
This was inspired by my sister in law Janae. She asked me last year if I wanted to try to do a half marathon with her and I was all Pssssshhhhhh! Squirrel please! So she went ahead and started training. She ran on her own and she ran with a group early on Saturday mornings. This went on for months! She started training in June and the half Marathon was in October. When she crossed the finish line, I was so happy for her and proud of her and wished I would have tried to do it as well. A few months later she brought up running a 10k, The Race on the Base. So we started running, 3 miles, then 4, …we trained for it 3 days a week. Having a goal with an actual date really helped get me all together y’all. I’ve always done better (at life in general) when someone is holding my feet to the fire.
I’ve always HATED running but I have come around to liking it a lot more. I can leave my apartment and just pick a direction and go, which is freeing, gets the blood flowing and since I get up at the butt-crack of dawn to run, it’s nice to start out my day that way.
I ran my first 10k ever on Saturday, February 27th, my last day as a 30 year-old. It was slow and hard but I managed to run the entire time without stopping to walk or take breaks which is a huge big deal for me. It usually takes me a little more than a mile to get my breathing under control, another to kind of get into the groove but on that day! Y’all, I hit mile 4 and was on a roll! We had to be finished in under one hour and thirty minutes. I finished at 1:19. So it was pretty slow but running through the finish line felt GREAT. I did it! I’m proud of myself. We are still making a point to get out and run a couple of days a week. I don’t want to lose it! Anywho, that’s my story. Hope you enjoyed!
P.S. I want to thank Janae for getting me off my butt, and Rupaul, Beyonce, No Doubt, and Janelle Monae for the motivational music during the race. Pow!