One of my resolutions for 2018 is to run a half marathon.
I’ve never been a runner. When I used to think about running, I would flashback to 12 year old me who dreaded the physical fitness test because I had to run a mile in 11 minutes. I was on the heavier side and although I was somewhat athletic (I played softball), running was more like torture to me than something athletic. When I did have to run a mile, I would jog the first two laps and then walk the rest of the way and feel satisfied that it was the best that I could do.
This middle school thinking followed me to high school. Even though I’d lost the baby weight and started playing more sports (softball AND tennis), I still hated running. We would have to run around the tennis courts or circle the bases before practice and I would always phone it in– coming in somewhere at the tailend of the pack. In college, I would never run unless I had to, and even then, 1 mile was my max limit.
Yesterday, I ran 10 miles. It’s the longest distance I’ve run to date.
It has taken me a long time to figure out that running has very little to do with athletic ability and very much to do with mental strength. When I made up my mind at 12 that I wasn’t a runner, I never gave myself the chance to become one. But I’m changing that. 2018 is shaping up to be the year of personal accountability and re-invention. I’m taking ownership of my own past negativity about myself, and letting go of what was limiting and never really true.