On being a RUNNER
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
I never thought that I would be one. I still wonder if there is some initiation that I haven't quite completed yet, so maybe I'm not quite part of that club though. But then: we exchange smiles as we jog past each other. We nod as we wait for the light to change. We give that knowing look as sweat pours down our faces, and I realize that I have arrived.
I admire the guy who I am guessing is a die-hard marathon runner as I wait for the light to change the other day. I want to cheer people on when I am driving home from work and I see them out pounding the pavement. It gives me such joy to be a part of this community. I used to worry that they would thing I was some wolf in sheep's clothing. That just because I haven't completed enough races or don't look like a 'runner' they would call me out, but that has all changed.
I haven't consistently run since April when I was in the process of 5k & then half-marathon training. I have been working on my foot and trying to get it to a place where I can run so I have been taking it slowly. I am pacing myself with getting back into the groove of c25k week 4 and going from there :)
Running the Golden Gate Bridge was an adventure for me. I did the c25k on the way north (1.8 miles in 26 min, about 14:36 min mile) then after admiring how far I had come I decided to run the way home. I never realized how much of an elevation change happens on the bridge so I had to stop a few times to slow my heart rate down to a reasonable rate (I try not to get above 172) but only for a few moments, most of the time I just slowed my jog to get it back down. I ran the way back 1.7 miles in 23 minutes (about 13:28 a mile) then ran down to my car from the bridge. My total trip with the to and from the bridge was 4.1 miles in addition to the mile that I walked that morning with my boyfriend as he played disc golf (5.1 miles for Saturday July 30th).
I felt amazing. I exchanged smiles with the local cyclists as they crossed the bridge. I saw looks of respect and wonder from the tourists, slowly ambling around taking pictures. I felt so proud. I didn't feel out of place. I didn't feel like some impostor like I thought that I might. It felt right & natural & I finally feel like I belong.
I am a runner. Officially.