I completely forgot that yesterday was a big day for me--the three-year anniversary of when I did my first run. I had lost quite a bit of weight at that point, and was feeling very confident that it would be "a piece of cake" to go out and run a mile or so.
I made it less than 1/10 of a mile.
That was very disheartening, and if I hadn't already registered for a 5K race, I would have quit that day for sure! My lungs felt like they were on fire. I finished up with a walk. A couple days later, I tried again, and made it a little farther. And the next time, a little farther... and so became my routine. I would run three days during the week, and then do a long walk on the weekends.
Once I hit 5K distance, I switched over to a 10K training plan, just to keep moving. And then a 15K training plan. I hated running, but I loved the way it made me feel--and I loved being able to do something I never thought possible. Somewhere along the way, I became hooked on that love/hate relationship.
I've run 2,583.8 miles since that day three years ago. I've run 5K, 4 Mile, 8K, 10K, 10 Mile, Half-Marathon, and Marathon distance races. I've set numerous goals and reached them--with a lot of hard work on my part!
I put together a short video of the past three years as a runner. I didn't even come up with this idea until this morning, so the video is not anything amazing, but it shows in a nutshell the blood, sweat, and tears I put into my running over the past few years!