Growing up, I was a fairly active child. I played softball for about nine years competitively. The only running required in softball were short bursts running to bases or to catch a ball. Just the right amount of running for me.
I dappled in soccer for a season before I quit. Too much running for my taste.
I was on the drill team (or dance team depending on where you live) for awhile. Loved it. Dancing was fun. I was kinda sorta coordinated. I can still do the hammer to this day. I know, right? #canttouchthis
After high school, my activity level just completely dropped off the chart.
Then, I started having babies. Lots of babies. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
I would have short bursts of motivation to try and get in better shape and lose weight. I did TaeBo for a while when my husband was deployed. I had a few Denise Austin and some Leslie Sansone workout DVDs, too. I either became bored or just gave up. Years of inactivity added up.
After initially losing somewhere around sixty pounds, I decided to step up my exercise routine during the summer of 2011. I had been alternating riding my husband’s recumbent bike and lifting weights. The beginning of August 2011, my god-sister competed in her first triathlon. I remember how I felt when I heard about what she was doing. I was over the moon proud of her and excited for her. She inspired me. She made me want to try something I never thought I could do.
There are times I go back and read my initial message to her on Facebook about running and all the subsequent follow-up messages with loads of questions. She was so patient with me. She gave me a gentle push and the encouragement to get out there.
I laced up my Easy Spirit walking shoes (the only athletic type shoes I had at the time), pushed play on the C25K app and started shuffling forward. If you are new here and haven’t read my Couch to Half-Marathon post, I would encourage you to read that. It details my thoughts during those first weeks of getting out there.
Fourteen months, eight 5ks and two half-marathons later . . . .
There are days I feel like I need to pinch myself. In fact, I took the plunge and registered for my first marathon and I told my husband, “I feel like I’m living out a dream.” It’s true. Running is something I always wanted to do, but never in my wildest dreams thought I could.
Today, I call myself a runner.
Dreams really can come true.
But not by wishing for them.
By working for them.