I recently joined a running group at my local running store, Playmakers. A friend and I thought that this would be a sure-fire way to get our butts moving and to stay motivated. It all sounded good until the alarm on my phone went off this Saturday morning. I immediately thought to myself, what in the hell have I gotten myself into?!
Ummm, okay, I guess I'm doing 6 miles, too. So off we went. I was feeling good for most of the run. Sometimes, I even passed everyone in my pace group and other times they had to encourage me when I wanted to stop and walk.
I listened to my headphones (and used RunKeeper) much of the time, but the music was low enough that I could hear the conversations. Talk commenced about kids, shopping, and of course, running. We ate mosquitoes and let sweat drip into our eyes together.
I ran SIX MILES and I didn't die.
I ran SIX MILES and I didn't throw up.
I ran SIX MILES and my legs are not cramping.
I ran SIX MILES and my lungs still work.
I ran SIX MILES and I now consider myself a runner.
WE ran SIX MILES and we did it together!
- "If you run, you are a runner. It doesn't matter how fast or how far. It doesn't matter if today is your first day or if you've been running for twenty years. There is no test to pass, no license to earn, no membership card to get. You just run."