I wrote this post before reading Christie’s post about negative chatter and Barb’s post about celebrating fitness and what our bodies can do. Apparently, all of our great minds are in the same place- GREATLAND!!! Join us.
The only folks I pass on the running trail are the ones walking……and I am running.
When I first started running three years ago (eek- it’s been three years already!!!!), I was slower than slow and I was so caught up in the comparison game, as in, comparing myself to all of my new runner friends and their own individual paces. Needless to say, I always felt *behind the eight ball*. While I was proud of what I was doing, I wasn’t celebrating it. I was too busy comparing, comparing, and comparing some more and coming up short every single time. Why do we do that?
Fast forward to today (way before today, actually).
I am done with comparing myself to others. My pace is faster than when I started but it’s still not in the 9 or 10 minute range and it may never be. I see others whine and complain about their *quicker than me* paces and I think- why can’t they just revel in what their bodies CAN do? I would love to have that pace or that pace or win a race but it’s not currently in the cards.
That is OK.
You know why? Because I am a runner.
I used to think there was a certain criteria that I had to possess in order to call myself a runner. If someone dared call me a runner back in the beginning, I had all kinds of excuses of why I wasn’t a runner.
*I’m not fast enough
*I’m not skinny enough
*My foot strikes are heavy
*My running skirts rides up my butt
*I sweat too much
*I gasp for breathe sometimes
*My heart rate is too high
*I have to work too hard to go so slow
*I carry every runner gadget known to man
Blah blah blah. I would correct that person’s runner status of me and respond that I was a run/walker, jogger, or wogger (depending on the day). Why oh why? I know why- because I didn’t believe in myself and I was too hung up on my pre-conceived notion of what I thought a runner SHOULD be.
Runners come in all shapes and sizes. Runners have a variety of paces. Runners have good days and bad days. Some days we love running, some days we don’t.
Hi, my name is Lisa. I am 40 years old. I have three kids. I am 5’6″ and weigh 175 lbs. My pace hovers around 12 min/miles during the Summer (11 min/miles during the Winter). I use the Jeff Galloway method of running. I only run 3 days a week when training for a half marathon (I have done four!). I do not glide like a gazelle when I run but I don’t freaking care anymore. I start sweating immediately, I carry a fuel belt on every run, and running in the heat is my arch enemy. I love running with friends and I have finally stopped apologizing for slowing them down- boo yah!
I have given up all pre-conceived notions of what I think a runner should look like or be or do. I embrace and encourage and absolutely adore women who get up off the couch and try something new, like running. I love helping them realize that they can do something they thought they could never do. I love showing them that the biggest barrier is the one in their mind.
I fully embrace who and what I am and what I am is a runner, 100%, through and through.