At this point in my life I am not a runner. Never wanted to run and I don't know why I'm starting now but, I'm running.
OK, not entirely true. About five years ago my husband and I along with a couple friends started the Couch to 5K training. Within a couple weeks my knees were on fire for three days after I did my paltry little one mile intervals. I went to my GP, who's a sports medicine specialist, and he said, "Don't run." that was all I needed to hear.
Now, five years later, my husband has run a bunch of Ragnars (12 runners, 2 vans, 36 hours and 200 mile relay race) and several marathons including the most recent L.A. Marathon which was a huge goal for him. He has found friendship and support, he has found a fantastic community made up of people who are only in competition with themselves. Well, at the level that he runs anyway. I've been a member of his non-running support team for a few years now and seeing him achieve goals and being so happy is inspiring. During that five years and with a year of ketogenic-ish diet I have lost about 50 lbs. These factors all gathered together, along with a promise of cheap hot yoga classes, landed me in a run club. It's supposedly a "beginners" run club but, they all go out for an "easy" two miler while I'm still struggling through one mile using intervals. At this point I hate running. It's not fun, it's not relaxing and I only feel good afterwards because, thank the gods, I can stop now. The second time I went out for a training run I was an angry little troll and I ran around that track asking myself, "Why am I doing this again? Why?" No answer came so, I decided that I was just going to keep on running until I found a reason to. Strangely enough this tactic is working. I even went for a run while we were on vacation outside of Seattle, WA. And I didn't entirely hate it.
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