Inner Monologue of a Non-Runner

 

I am not a runner.  I’ve never been a runner.  I was a late bloomer from an athletic standpoint, and you could probably argue that as an athlete I never really bloomed at all.  This is partly why the sports I ultimately chose did not involve running in excessive amounts.  Excessive, by my definition, meaning anything over about 25 yards.  

My body fights me when I try to run.  Each stride is a colossal effort, but even worse than that is the head game.  I’ve tried to pick up running, as if it was as easy as trying out a new knitting pattern (that’s not one of my gifts either, so in my case running may really be easier than knitting), but every time I have failed because I have convinced myself that I wasn’t improving and I would never get there.

Recently, my good friend and Beach Body Coach, Miranda, told me about a new challenge group that was starting up to help people train for a 5K.  This has been a goal of mine for so long, I had to give it another try.  The challenge group format has been really helpful in encouraging me to be active, so I thought that maybe it could help motivate me to once and for all, tackle a 5K, which in my mind is my own personal Mount Everest.  I got started and it’s hard!  Maybe you also struggle with winning the head game when you are out running, or maybe you are doing a much better job of chasing down this goal and my ridiculous thoughts will make you feel even better about yourself.  Either way is fine.  :)

I am a non-runner attempting to be a runner and these are real thoughts that really entered my brain while I was out for a jog.  

Disclaimer: They’re not all diamonds. 

I kind of feel like I should insert that gdonk, gdonk sound from Law & Order here.  Just imagine it in your head.  

(more…)

jQuery(window).load(function() { jQuery('button, input[type="button"], input[type="reset"], input[type="submit"]').addClass('btn btn-custom'); jQuery('a.btn').addClass('btn-custom'); });