Tuesday, August 21, 2012
I love this video. It aired during the Olympics and yes...I was premenstrual...but I played it back for Heather...who was outside picking up dog poop (not with her bare hands...we have a scoop). And I have SO been wanting to share it with you for weeks now, but because my blogger was broke (okay, that's a lie...I'm just lazy), I didnt get a chance to post in until today.
Many of you are like me. Running was something that as a young adult, a "tween" if you will, was a holy grail of fitness. It was an idea in my head like "one day I will be a runner", or "one day I will be one of those girls who puts on her running shoes and goes for a jog"...
It never happened. There are always high school movies about the girl who undergoes a transformation, starts jogging the track at school, gets fit, wins the crown and the quarterback....
It never happened for me.
Okay, I won the crown during Winter Royalty...but that's beyond the point. I wasn't running anywhere...except to the border (Taco Bell)...and by running I mean driving my 1984 Oldsmobile Ferenza.
But what is fantastic about this video is that it inspires me. And while I do run now (really it's more of jogging...I don't know when it officially becomes running), I still feel at time like a wounded seal running. And most of the time, whilst actual in the act of propelling myself forward, I hate it. It's tough. It's MUCH easier than January 1st of this year. I am MUCH better...but I am still not the girl who says "I think I will go for a run to clear my mind"...UNLESS, by clearing ones mind you mean you don't think of anything else because all of your brainpower is consumed with thinking how stupid running is...then yes...possibly.
But I feel good when I am finished. And I feel good when I know that my body can do things that I have waited a very long time for it to do. Does Heather finish a 5k on the treadmill about 6 minutes faster than me? Yes. Does she have my ass (fabulous though it is) to carry. NO. So there. She should be faster. She is a little thing.
But really, this isn't about running. It's about starting somewhere. Your starting point, my starting point, David Beckham's starting point (he really doesn't fit in here, but he is beautiful so I mentioned him because it makes me feel warm in all the right spots), may be different. But you have to start. And then...you have to NOT quit.
That's the tough part sometimes. But it can be done.
Posted by Amy W. at Tuesday, August 21, 2012