Why I’m Glad I Continued To Run When I Was Ready To Give Up.
Sunday will mark the 3 year anniversary of my first ever outdoors training run.
At the time I was terrified of running outdoors. I remember seeing runners all of the time in town and just being intimidated by their determination.
I was not one of them and I was never ever gonna be one of them.
So this is the Garmin Connect log of my first ever run. Be prepared to laugh.
I was trying to make it home from the gym but broke down after a mile.
Negativity was raging within with each and every step. I knew it was too much of a tall order to become a proper runner.
I wasn’t even a jogger let alone a runner for God’s sake!
I was a fucking asshole for even thinking that I could run a 5k let alone the marathon I’d signed up for that was happening in less than 5 months time.
What had I done?
Well it turns out the run wasn’t so disastrous after all.
Sure, I wanted to quit in embarrassment immediately after it. My lungs hurt like hell, as did my bruised ego.
But you know what? I tried again. I made another attempt at running home from the gym, but this time took it easier and listened to how my body was responding.
And I got there. 1.5 miles in 18 minutes. I didn’t record it on my Garmin as I was so self conscious of seeming slow at the time.
Why is all of this important?
That one decision to try again has led to me running 1 ultramarathon, 6 full marathons and 17 half marathons.
At the time the decision to run again didn’t seem like it would lead to anything great.
At the very least it has led to many, many medals.
When running was tough, all I could think of was the pain in my lungs and in my mind.
By the time I’d completed my 2nd ever training run, all of that pain that seemed to be inescapable had disappeared.
The pain that you associate with running will only stay for as long as you let it. You can get rid of it by trying again and succeeding.
Redefining what you think is possible.
So here I am almost 2 weeks after the Vegas Marathon with a bruised ego and memories of the seemingly never ending last 6 miles.
Those miles did end. I got through it.
My body is healing again, as is my mind. I’m determined not only to recover, but return even fucking stronger than before.
I’ve set myself a new goal. One that appears to be as impossible as running a marathon did 3 years ago.
I’m gonna run the London to Brighton 100km Challenge that’s happening at the end of May.
It’s completely new territory for me but I’m certain this isn’t gonna be as bad as my 50k.
I will train for it. I will succeed. Fuck the doubter in my mind.