National Running Day

Who knew? I didn’t even know there was such a thing until a few weeks ago when I saw a post that was dated May 29, 2012, wishing folks a happy National Running Day. When I saw that, I got kind of excited because May 29th is my birthday. It turns out, however, that National Running Day is the first Wednesday in June.

Yep, I just had a birthday. It was last week. I turned 29! Ha Ha! No seriously, I turned 30. NOT. Do you believe 47?

It was a great day, mainly because I got to spend it with my sisters…at the Orthopedic emergency clinic because my 13-year old daughter sprained her ankle. And that was just half of the excitement for that day! But I digress…

I was going to talk about the fact that I ran 20 miles on Monday, and here I am just two days later having wrapped up a 6+ miler faster than pace. This, you see, seems rather incredulous to me. Not so much as the fact that I turned 47 last week, but because last year at this time, it took me two full weeks to recover from running my first half marathon. Yet today, I can run 48 hours after a 20-miler.

I still can’t believe how far I have come. Having started running just a few years ago, not to mention the addition of P90X on a daily basis…and changing my entire diet and life routine. Had I known that I’d have the fortitude to come this far, I would have started ten years ago.

And the crazy thing is, most people who know me believed I was always in great shape! That’s not to say I’ve had periods in my life where I completely fell off the wagon. It just so happens I was perusing through the photo album of a Facebook friend, and I found one of me back in 2008.

2008 Photo with me

That’s me…second from the left.

I was a chubster! OMG. How did I not know this at the time? It was 6 months later that I decided to get serious about my weight. And I’m so grateful I did. Because otherwise, I’m not quite sure where I’d be today.


Me, today.

Yeah, it’s work. And yeah, there were days where I could think of 100 other things I’d rather be doing than working out. But today, running has become more than just a way to maintain my weight. It has become my inner peace. It has opened my eyes to a new way of thinking…being…living. It has made me proud to be me! Who knew I had it in me? Who knew I could run? Who knew I could win a medal or two just by putting one foot in front of the other?

My Medals

My Medals

So, what does National Running Day mean to me? It is the day where I’m reminded that I’m just that…a runner. And that is something to be proud of.

Today, I’m just 17 days out from my first marathon. I feel ready. Now, it is just a matter of maintaining my strength, health and training for the next 17 days. Hal called for 4 miles today at marathon pace. For some reason, since it is National Running Day and all, and I was feeling so damn good, I went a bit longer. No, the sun wasn’t shining. It was dreary and wet. And quite cool, too. (I’m glad I opted for the arm warmers last minute.) But just knowing that two days ago I ran the furthest I ever have, and still felt well enough today to go further than asked, was too good not to pass up.

Plus, I was wearing pink. Neon pink.

Me today

National Running Day 2013

What else does a running chick need?

Did you run on National Running Day? How far did you go?

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