Wait, am I a runner?

If you had told me a year ago, or even 6 months ago that I would feel the way I do now about running, I would have told you to swiftly walk away from me because you must be a crazy person. There was no way I was ever going to actually like running, or be one of those people who on a nice day said things like “perfect day for a run”. No freaking way. But here I am, a person who ran my first 10k faster than I expected to, I call my 3 mile runs “short runs”, and I have been known to say the aforementioned line about perfect running weather. What the what?

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I feel like a broken record for how often in the last 2 weeks I have said the word “proud” to describe how I feel about myself. It’s a strange feeling that I am admittedly not used to. In fact, I can list for you the number of times I have legitimately felt proud of myself. Seriously, I’m going to list them now.

  • Being promoted to manager at 18 when I worked at Ulta. I was the youngest department manager that the store had ever had, and I knew I deserved it.
  • Graduating from undergrad. If you know me well, you know how much of a hurdle this was for me. Being handed that diploma was a huge accomplishment for me.
  • Birthing Cub. My first baby and the first time I pushed my body that hard.
  • Birthing Bean. My home birth was a new level of accomplishment. I wish I could replay that day every once in awhile.
  • Running my first 5k. Another physical challenge.
  • Getting a handle on my anxiety and depression.
  • Completing the Tone it Up 2015 Bikini Series.
  • Running my second 5k. After 2 years off, this was huge for me.
  • Running my 10k.

Can I be honest for a second? I actually had more moments than I thought when I first started this post! I assumed I had about 4 or 5 but I’m pretty pleased with myself.  I listed these both as a reminder to myself of what I’ve done and also because these moments are significant reminders of times that I gained a new appreciation for what my mind and body can do.
And that’s kind of the point of challenging yourself, right? To adapt and grow, to show yourself how much more you’re capable of than you thought?
So with that in mind, I am going to proudly call myself a runner. I won’t apologize for my time, or beat myself up over running less than I wanted to, I am simply going to enjoy the fact that I am doing something that I once thought impossible.

Take care of yourselves, ~Suzi

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