Looking back I’m very grateful to the non-running version of me. She was one brave lady. It took several stars to line up, but she sucked in a huge amount of humble pie and tried to run after living years of being someone who thought that running was impossible… she decided to have a go.
On Sunday Husband and I had a 10km run on the farm. The weather in Tasmania despite it being the middle of summer has turned wintry and cold. We ran down our familiar farm roads but not very fast at all. I’ve had a head cold since Christmas and well, while I’m functioning ok I’m just a little bit miserable. We chatted as we ran watching the storm clouds gathering and bracing ourselves against the wind.
We talked about parkrun on Saturday. J was running a little late and missed the start but caught me up at the 1.5km and then we ran together. She is a much faster runner than me but ran alongside me. Nice! We chatted all the way. (I am still amazed that I can run and talk.) Thinking back to the non-running version of me she would be simply dumbstruck if she could’ve looked into a crystal ball and seen J and I running and talking. Thanks J for a LOVELY parkrun. parkrun is so much more than just running, it’s friendship, time out and just plain old fun with likeminded people!
During our run on Sunday Husband dashed off to look at something on the farm, when he finally caught up with me again I asked him what he thought of my running style. I still worry that I might look a bit silly while I run. This is a throwback from years of thinking of me as the unsporty one, the hopelessly uncoordinated one who couldn’t hit hockey balls straight, couldn’t get the netball through the hoop or hit the softball when bowled AND could never CATCH a ball of any description EVER!!! Always the last to be chosen for a team. Always the one on the outer at any sporty thing involving running, hitting, throwing or catching. Can’t run, can’t hit, can’t catch.
Do I look silly when I run? I asked Husband. No, he said, you look good, in fact you look like you could run all day.
Run all day? A while ago the Point to Pinnacle was just a dream. Today an Ultra Marathon is just a dream. But running dreams can come true you know… I am proof!
This little bridge (pictured below) is at the 2.5km mark of our usual farm run. It is so much more than a bridge! In my early running days I would get to this bridge and walk over and try and get my breath back. I’d turn around at the end and walk back across and then start running again on the return trip of a 5km run.
This Bridge is a symbol of victory, of accomplishment, of success – I can run a whole lot more than 5km now, but I don’t forget the hard work and the struggle it took to get me here where I am now.
The biggest thing that this bridge symbolises for me is that I didn’t give up.
An ultra marathon in a couple of years time is one of my current dreams. The Bruny Island 64km Ultra Marathon is on my horizon. Scary, thrilling, hard work… but there is enough of a tiny voice in me that says give it a shot, you can do it!
NEVER give up on your dreams. Little running step after little running step… keep chipping away. If I can get this far with running ANYONE can. Just don’t give up.
Happy running 🙂
PS I’m so excited to be lining up with L for her first half marathon on Sunday!
PPS stars I had three stars that lined up that got me running: participating in the Global Corporate Challenge, buying a Wii Fit and a Husband who is a runner and wanted me to run with him. My early posts back in September and October 2012 tell the start of my story. A story that I hope will have no end!