Just to warn you this will probably be a super boring post. I just needed to share. As usual, I must start this post with some back story:
I was always pretty athletic in high school - I played sports year round. I wouldn't say I was one of the best athletes, but not necessarily the worst one either. I was just average.
After high school I devoted to never play a competitive sport again. I think mostly because after a while it wasn't as fun for me and I overloaded myself with too many extracurricular activities. Although I didn't want to do competitive sports, I was determined not to gain the dreaded freshman 15 that I was warned about. I went to the gym and did all kinds of random stuff and it worked.
I ended up meeting a girl who was really into yoga. She started getting me into it and I loved it. So for the most part, I didn't really do much cardio.
To speed up the story... I met my (now) husband, we moved in together, I stopped exercising for a while. I'm fortunate enough to have a good metabolism but also a good sense in what is good and bad to eat, as well as portion control. So during that non-exercise period (about a year), I didn't really gain a lot of fat weight but just got softer.
I started exercising again but just normal stuff, nothing too strenuous. Somewhere in there I decided to do a 5 mile race (having not run in for-ev-er) in Portland to keep myself busy while my husband was doing a marathon. This "simple" 5 mile race caused me several weeks of physical therapy where I learned some good info about running form and stretching.
Fast forward some more.... engagement..... wedding planning... yadayadayada. Now I'm a bridesmaid in Heather's wedding. Hmmm. My back looks a little squishy so I should probably boost up the cardio and weights.
It was the start of shaping up for Heather's wedding (as well as my own) that has got me where I am now. I started to really boost up the workouts. I was finally burning some good calories to get me back to where I wanted to be.
During all of that I picked up running. I've never been much of a runner. I remember 1 mile being soooooo far.
So here we are today (to finally get passed my rambling and to the point). I now consider myself a runner. I might not be a long distance runner (yet), but I really feel that I'm FINALLY getting to where I want to be with it. I struggled at about a mile and a half for a long time because my knees would always stop me. It was a really good day if I could make it to 2 miles without stopping or pain. Or who knows, maybe it was a mental block. Theses boundaries always made me feel like my body wasn't physically able to do very much distance.
It takes most people only a couple months to get up to 5 miles comfortably. It's taken me a good year(ish) to even get close and now I feel that I'm rapidly taking off. It's a great feeling and I really felt the need to share. As a non-runner, I feel like I can call myself a runner without feeling silly.
Here is a pretty picture as a reward for reading all of this. I really had to dig through my pictures to find one that you haven't seen already. Especially because I'm sure the Europe pictures are getting old. Here's a photo to make you say awwwww. It's an oldie but goodie.