On Becoming a Runner

I’ve tried to become a runner before. I convinced myself at one point that I was a runner for life. That lasted about three weeks. 

The race was always the most important part of running to me. Everything I did was solely about the race. No wonder I never kept it up.

This time is different. The race is simply a data point, a mile marker in my journey. The race is important because it will be my longest run yet, a full 13.1 miles. That’s one heck of an accomplishment.

This time is different. I’m looking forward to a few days after the race so I can get back out there and keep running. 

This time is different. I’m running more than ever. I did 20 runs in the two months leading up to my 2014 half-marathon. I’ll do 30 runs this time. 

This time is different. Running is mental. The older I get, the more I love it. The physical aches and pains are temporary. The thrill of conquering the distance is forever. 

This time is different. Before I wanted to get the miles done. Now, I want the miles to linger. The freedom I feel and the respect I have for the distance makes the act of running a true part of me.

The weight loss isn’t happening. I’m not surprised. I’m really rungry. I have little motivation to change my eating habits right now. And that’s ok because now that running is part of my life, I can concentrate on the next phase of overall health.

I’m tired of beating myself up for failing. I’m learning from each experience and I will adapt to find enduring change. For now, I’ll celebrate becoming a runner. I’m going to enjoy every run, including that race next Sunday.

This time is different.