About seven or eight years ago, I watched a few of my friends train and complete a couple different marathons. I was completely fascinated and in awe of them. I also found myself to be…well, a little jealous.
“I wish I was a runner.”
Running was something other people did. I had never done track or cross country. I spent most of my life believe that I hated running. And yet there I sat (yes, sat) and felt jealous as my friends kicked some serious ass running 26.2 miles. Which is a very weird thing to admit because why am I jealous of someone running 26+ miles???
In 2007, a friend of ours was diagnosed with leukemia. Feeling helpless and wanting to do something to help, I signed up for Team in Training to help raise money for The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society and to train for a half marathon, my first race of any kind.
You’re absolutely right. A normal and sane person would start small. Like training for a 5k or even a 10k. Nope. Not normal. Not sane. Go big or go home, right? So a half marathon it was. Because in my mind, I was just going to walk it. Duh.
But then something happened. I had a “try it, you might like it” moment. I started running…little bits at a time.
My first opinions of running were correct: I hated running. But I found that I really only hated it for the first 15 minutes. After that, I didn’t mind it quite as much. It wasn’t my favorite thing in the world, but I loved being outside and, well, I loved being by myself. Alone with my thoughts, and all that. I found myself enjoying my training and I had an ABSOLUTE BLAST running my first half marathon in San Francisco. I know! The mind reels that I could have a blast running. AND YET. Over the years, I’ve done several half marathons, a few Ragnar relays and one full marathon.
Not bad for someone who never thought it was possible.
For the record, running is not easy for me. At all. I am not a “natural” runner by any stretch of the imagination and I get very frustrated sometimes. Especially when I’ve fallen out of the habit and haven’t run for several months. I have aches and pains and weird foot problems that, sometimes, make me wonder why I love to torture myself.
But I can’t quit. Not really.
Running has taught me that I can do hard things. That I am capable and strong. Running has tested me in ways I can’t even begin to explain. But whenever I start to think that life it too hard and that I can’t do something, running reminds me that I can. It’s my mental health break and a way to keep my health in check.
This Sunday, several members of Team Cap City Moms will be taking to the streets of Sacramento to run in the 10th annual Shamrock’n Half Marathon and I’m just so excited to be a (small) part of that. I am so proud of these ladies and the hard work that they have put in to make this happen. And yes, I’m proud of myself, too. Getting up on a Saturday or Sunday morning to go on a 10-mile training run is not easy. But crossing that finish line, no matter if it’s your first race or your tenth, is so rewarding. It’s a feeling that you don’t ever forget. NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES US TO FINISH.
Team Cap City Moms (or #TeamCCM) won’t end this weekend. This is just the beginning and the first race of 2014. It is my hope that as we keep moving forward that our numbers will grow and more and more of you amazing mamas will join us. We know that it’s scary or weird to try something new, but that’s what we’re here for. (We are really great company, if we do say so ourselves.) We aren’t going to set any world records, but we’re going to be out there and we’ll have a blast doing it.
We will be announcing some upcoming events and races soon! We’re pretty excited. Go #TeamCCM!