I've never been a runner, at all. I did ballet from age 5-17, and it was my life. I went half days to high school so I could be at ballet at 1:00 every day and leave at 9:00. My ballet story is a whole different post (a very long one).
... So back to my early hatred of running. I would dread the day in gym class that we had to run a mile. I had always considered myself to be in great shape from ballet, but apparently I sucked. In college I would run a mile or two on the treadmill and do the elliptical just to stay in shape. I ran little spurts outside to get in shape for my wedding but nothing serious. I would mix running and walking and hate every second of it.
In February of this year (right after I had checked my CEN off my list), I had decided that I needed to come up with a fitness plan. I started doing Zumba, taking weights classes, and running on the treadmill. I created excel spreadsheets (I get this nerdy-ness from my dad) to track my progress. Once it started to warm up, I began to run outside... and hate it again.
When you're used to the treadmill, running outside is hard! Here is where my wonderful family has stepped in. I have gone on long runs with my dad and my aunt Lana. They have taught me so much about starting slow and gradually increasing your pace. Compared to my friends, I am slower than a pack of turtles trudging through peanut butter. Compared to my husband, I am even slower than that. Recently, I have learned to stop comparing myself to others and just have fun. Still working on the fun part.
In October, G, my dad, my aunt Lana, and I are all running the Iron Horse Half Marathon in Midway, KY. Wish me luck. This could get ugly. They kick you off the course if you don't run a 14 min/mile pace. Even if I had to walk some, I don't count on being this slow, but it certainly is possible.
*The race website describes the course as "challenging, with rolling hills" aka death march?
Even though I run around 4 days a week, stick to a training plan, and have all the fancy gear, I don't know if I can call myself a runner yet. Maybe after I finish this race? Until then, I think of myself as more of a whiner/jogger/turtle.