I'll go first. I published this story last season as I got back into running after my twins were born. But it's the story of how I got into running and what I've learned since.
My first run....
|What I felt like...|
That first run turned into an addiction for me. The first run was at the beginning of May, perhaps the end of April, and by July I was able to run 6 miles without blinking. For those that can run a full marathon in your sleep, you may stop laughing now. This was huge for me. And before winter hit, I had started running 8 miles everytime I stepped out the door. During the winter, I continued to run indoors on a loathed treadmill. I don't know why I hate treadmills, but I do. Then as the weather hinted at spring, I got set to run outdoors again only to find out I was expecting.
I got sick right off the bat and the thought of running made my vomit voilently. Then as the sickness went away, 16 WEEKS LATER, I felt like I was too big and that running might rip loose one of the babies I had stashed in me (that's right, I was expecting twins). So I got bigger and the running just stopped. The twins were born in December and after birthing one naturally, meaning ripped out of my loins whilst I screamed, and having an emergency c-section with the other one, running once again made me want to vomit violently.
4 and 1/2 months after the twins arrived, I had run out of excuses. The weather had turned nice. Check. I was no longer suffering the pains of having the worst possible birth story in the history of birth stories. Check. I had stopped losing weight simply because I wasn't pregnant anymore, which meant I needed to work for those last 10lbs. Check. I had my new running mix on my iPod all picked out. Check. I had gained sufficient motivation from watching The Biggest Loser. Check. It was time.
So, it began again. My first run, this time, lasted 3.5 miles. It was blasted hot too. I think I possibly walked a mile of it, but I can't estimate to save my life. The point is, I was back, baby! Tonight I did it again, 3.5-4 miles and I only stopped once to walk to avoid antagonizing a rather mean St. Bernard. I'm, frankly, amazed that I didn't have to start from scratch. My body "remembered" what this was all about and it helped me through it. I'm far away from where I was before, but I'll get there again, you can count on that.
Update: Since posting that, I ran in 5-6 races, one of the them a 10k. I cut 10 minutes off my 5k time and got my body back to where I like it. Now it's a new running/race season and I'm still at it. Time works against me as raising 4 children and having a part-time job sometimes have to come before running. I can still run a decent 10k and I'm getting fairly good at running hills. This year I'll be racing again and my first race is a 5 mile leg of a 40 mile relay in the To Bone and Back race.
So there is my story. If you have one you'd like to share, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or message me on facebook. I want pictures too! Share with us!!! Look back through my other posts to see stories from other runners from last season.
Who knows? Maybe your story will inspire someone else!