Very seldom do I have a full blown Tiffany Epiphany. Sure... I try to incorporate the world "epiphany" frequently into my daily conversations as it is the only word that truly rhymes with my first name... but this one was pretty big.
I have never really considered myself a runner. God did not mold me into a runner when he created me. I think he pictured me best as a basketball player, recreational volleyball player, perhaps even a competitive ping pong player. But a runner... no... no... no...
I run. I love to run. People seem astounded that I choose to run- without someone forcing me to do it or having to be chased by a wild bear or something. I run because (after 5 months) it feels good while I am running. It feels good after I run. I find my day goes by a lot better when I start it out with a run.
Truth be told.... I actually ran cross country for two years in high school. I ran because my high school basketball coach was also the cross country coach and it helped to keep me in shape in the off-season. I never thought I was a runner back then. My PR was a 17:47 4K (2.5 miles for you confused folks) and a 5K in just under 22 minutes. At the time, I was also running as the 5th runner on the Varsity Cross Country team as a freshman. I remember thinking I was so slow and I just looked so odd out there... never thinking I, Tiffany, was indeed a runner.
Fast forward 13 years (yeah, I am young OK?)
26 years old and I am celebrating like a madwoman running a 5K in 28 and a half minutes. I consider myself a runner now. It feels good to be part of a community of people that share this love, even though our paces are all over the chart. I have a pace chart hanging on my wall at work. I read it over and over and analyze my progress. I love my Garmin "geek-o-meter" (thanks, John). Somehow, I believe that ONE DAY I might actually run the Boston Marathon. I may have to wait until I am 70 years to qualify... but damnnit... I can do it. I don't mind almost permanently giving up my 2 AM Friday nights out... in lieu of an early (earlier) tuck-in for my long run in the morning. I don't worry about blowing off my run tonight to have a glass of wine tonight with friends because I know I will be back at it tomorrow.
Yes, I am a runner now. Guilty as charged... and I love it!!!
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Good luck!
And the geek-o-meter didn't keep John F from getting lost on Pikes Peak!
I think Brownie has me confused with someone else. I was not with the party that got lost that day.
Come on, boys. No squabbling on Tiffany's page. Sounds like you both need some help with directions though... hmmm
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