I Gave Birth Twice…Running 6 Miles (With Hills) is a Piece of Cake
I’ve seen lots of comments posted on Eat. Blog. Run. from newbie runners who like reading the stories from The Relay team here. Me too! My teammates inspire me and help motivate me to do more on my runs. But we all have different stories for the “how” we started running and, of course, the “why.”
When I first told my parents that I had joined The Relay team, my dad said, “Run six miles? You’ve never run six miles in your life.”
“Dad, I’ve given birth twice. If I can endure pregnancy, labor and delivery, I can run six miles.”
And so a running mantra was born.
I want anyone reading this blog to know that if you don’t think you can run, you should think again.
Two months ago I could barely run five minutes. Running has always been hard for body, mostly because I never trained long enough to give it a chance. Also? I have asthma and I never worked with a doctor to get it under better control while running.
Today, I clocked in four miles in just 42 minutes. And the word “ecstatic” just doesn’t describe how I feel about my training.
How did I do it?
First, I checked in with my allergist and came up with a treatment plan to get my lungs in check for running.
Next up? The running. My plan was simple: Block by block.
Every third day that I ran (5 days a week), I would add a block to my distance. One single block.
Baby steps, people.
My lungs were supremely out of shape and holy cow, did my legs hurt/burn/ache/cry-for-me-to-stop-the-madness. But day by day, block by block, I got a little stronger. And one day at about the 8-week mark, instead of stopping after a certain number of blocks I just kept running because if felt right. I ran for 20 minutes straight and covered about two miles of ground. A week later, I ran 3 miles. My body surprised me. I didn’t collapse out of exhaustion. In fact, I almost cried out of sheer joy because I can run! I can run! (I felt like Junie B. Jones as that thought crossed my mind.)
And now? Four. Whole. Miles. Rain or shine.
I’m still terrified of running my first two legs (12 and 24) of The Relay because I have some pretty decent hill work to cover. (Hill training starts in March. I’ll be using a “minute by minute” method.)
But like I told my dad, I gave birth twice. And that means I can do just about anything.
How did you start running? What’s your running mantra?