Running for more than 30 seconds used to be a challenge for me. I am serious. I am NOT a runner. Ever see that episode of Friends? Where Phoebe and Rachel run together (seriously, if you are not sure what I am talking about, you should click the link for a visual)? Yeah, I run like Phoebe. Only with slightly less grace.
Back in January, I decided I was tired of being out of shape and out of breath and unable to run a quarter mile on my own. I like a challenge and I knew that training for an event would be a challenge, a goal, a deadline. It would be something to hold myself accountable to. I also had a girlfriend who delivered her little girl a month before Emma and just happens to live across the street from me. We were in the same place and needed an impetus to get us moving.
So we both decided to try the C25K program. With a great deal of skepticism that our pudgy, non-runner tushes could actually do such a thing, we set out on our first workout. And kept going. And going. And going. Last night, I ran for two and a half miles straight. And felt as if I could have kept going, but the training schedule really encourages you to not jump ahead, and I am obedient to what has been working.
And today? Today, I registered for our first 5k that will happen next week. Sunday, March 13, 2011, I will run my first official event; the Seattle St. Patrick's Day Dash. I am excited, I am nervous, I am proud.
I know, I know. It's only 3.2 miles. But it's such a start for me. For a girl who couldn't run .2 miles to run 3.2*? It's a BIG deal.
*And who, psssssst, is now wanting to run a half-marathon.