Sometime this month (gosh, for once I don’t remember the exact date), it will be five years since I started Couch to 5K, Week One, Day One. 60 seconds of jogging. One entire minute. I thought, more than once during that first 20 minutes, that I was going to die.
I did not.
My husband thought running would be like a lot of my other hobbies over the years: a passing fad, one I’d get sick of in a year.
I did not.
Five years and thousands of miles later, I can say: running changed my life.
I’ve run (I don’t remember how many) 5Ks, three 10Ks, seven half marathons, and two marathons.
I’ve run in two countries and twelve US states.
I’ve run with friends and acquaintances and strangers-that-became-friends.
I started this little thing called #sqlrun, and now runners at SQL events get together and run – sometimes in the morning, sometimes at 3:00 in the morning.
I’ve inspired other people to start running, or move from a 5K to a 10K, or tackle their first half marathon.
I’ve learned that injury can set me back a few days or a week, but even a sprained ankle isn’t a reason to give up.
But mostly, I’ve learned about setting goals and achieving them. From running my first marathon to setting the PR I wanted in a half, it’s about perseverance and discipline and not giving up. And that has translated into so many other things in my life.
So here’s to another 5 or 25 or even 50 years of running. Yes, I want to be that bad-ass grandma running races at the age of 80.