Am I a runner?

A couple of months ago, my good friend asked me if I wanted to participate in a 1/2 marathon with her this May. My first reaction was, "I'm not a runner." That is 13.5 miles, right?? But, the more I thought about it, the more this little voice inside of me said, "DO IT!!" So, I agreed and signed up before I could talk myself out of it. Money paid, now I was committed. Jenn came up with a training schedule and we started. At first, I was fine. We walked more than we jogged and at a couple of miles at a time, no problem. But now things are getting tougher. Last weekend, I did 10 miles. It was quite a mental test for me. And remarkably, my body is doing really well. My feet complain afterward, but if I take that dreaded ice bath, I am not that sore the next day.

What it's doing for my self esteem and mood is amazing! The sense of accomplishment and pride lifts me up. I am lighter than I've been for a long, long time. It feels good to be working my muscles, pushing myself to go farther. It's time for just me. I love that part. And it's even been a gift for Jeremy and the kids. He gets to spend quality time with them, without me. Saturday mornings are quite different than weekday nights.

I'm feeling so good, I've started back on my food journal. I am keeping track of what I eat and how much I exercise in the hopes that I'll finally loose that baby weight. I want to keep it off this time. The great thing about running is that I can always have a goal. There's always a race to run. That helps with motivation.

So, am I a runner yet? No. Could I be?? Maybe, just maybe.....