Can We Talk?

Back in the 80’s or 90’s, the late actress/comedian Joan Rivers made that a popular phrase. It was usually followed by some sarcastic tirade about something.  This isn’t going to be a tirade.:)

As I have said before I follow a lot of runner’s blogs and several on InstaGram. Many of the posts and pictures are about how great their latest run was and the runners always look so gorgeous and graceful.  That is not my reality. First, I will never be gorgeous or graceful. I sweat buckets and get all red-faced.  I have even been known to hit the gravel face first on more than one occasion. Secondly, all of my runs are not great and they are definitely not easy.

Recently, I was getting my hair cut.  Jenifer (Jenifer Walls at Studio Salon)  runs too and has been a great encourager to me. We were chatting about running and I asked her if it ever got easy. She quickly replied “NO!” That it never gets easy and the first mile is always the toughest.

Some days when I am running, it feels like second nature and that I could run 100 miles. Then there are those days that I can’t run 2 miles without thinking I am about to die. Some days I can run all the hills on my route, some days I have to walk up them.

When I first started running, I was so slow Phil asked me if it wouldn’t be faster for me just to walk! (Yes, he’s still alive!) I got faster with time. I’m still slow compared to a lot of people, but I’m also faster than a few people. My speed had slowly increased. Last winter I was afflicted with a severe shin splint and  had to see a physical therapist for a month. During that month, I was only able to run maybe 2 times a week, and was lucky if I ran 3 miles. It took another 4-6 weeks to get my distance back up. It took longer to get back to the pace I was at before.  I was so discouraged and when I would run I would think, this is it, I quit. I suck at this and I am fooling myself calling myself a runner. I was no runner, I was a fat girl and just needed to go back to the house and spend time with my old friend Little Debbie. But I didn’t do that, I kept going. I am a runner.

I guess the moral of this story is don’t give up. Don’t let one or a string of bad runs stop you. Even on the days of my crappiest run, when its all said and done, I am thankful that I stuck it out.  There really aren’t any bad runs, some are just better than others.

Oh, and as a side note, has their Moving Comfort sports bras on sale for at least 40% off.  Your welcome! 🙂

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