The Lessons of Running

One year ago today I did my first Couch to 5K workout...so, happy running-versary to me.

Trying something new takes courage. That's a fact.

I fully recognize that I am a diver-inner. I am embarrassed to admit that the first thing written in my baby book to describe me is "stubborn." If I had any motivation, I would actually go dig it out of the piles of nostalgia stored in my shed and take a photo of that page. (In fact, when I was finishing graduate school, my father looked me in the eye and told me that I "aim too high" implying I should have quit before I began...which makes zero sense to me, both then and now.)

Recently, I considered my boys and how much potential still exists in their lives. And then I considered my own...most of my pure, innate potential was reached three decades ago. It feels like all my big accomplishments are behind me.

And than my husband decided to ask me to start the Couch to 5K running program with him. I am almost 50 years old and I have never done anything athletic in my life (I don't consider dancing athletic, rather purely artistic). On March 13, 2011 I ran a half a mile and thought my lungs were going to explode. Now I can run 10 miles whenever I want and in January I ran a 7:13 mile. So what have I learned?

• Perseverance pays off.
More than once I have been running and battling that small voice in my head that is nagging me to quit. I picture my son, the lefty pitcher, who at age 12 learned to dig deep in the face of a 3-0 count with a number 4 batter and stay calm, reach beyond what he thinks he can do, and get an out. Often, when I feel like quitting, I picture him on the mound. What is your image of perseverance that will motivate you?
• Walk before you run...literally.
Now that I am 365 days into my running pursuits, I am struck by the fact that I have enjoyed it every step of the way. Because I started with the Couch to 5K workouts that were a combination of running and walking, I never felt over my head. And there were times early on when I repeated weeks of the Cto5K until I felt ready to move on. Take your time and increase gradually, avoid getting in over your head and, god forbid, causing an injury. You don't want to quit before you even get started.
• Encouragement matters—from friends and others who are doing what you aspire to do.
Every time I go out for run, my mom cheers me on. Every time I get home from a run, my husband asks me how I did. It is a small thing to them, but it means the world to me. My mom has been supporting me unabashedly since I was 10 and went to my first dance class, so I am not surprised. And my husband's repeated queries tickle me as they imply to me that he believes I still have room for improvement. If encouragement matters to you, be sure to thank those who are supporting you. Let them know they are an important part of your success.
• Race your own race; don't worry what other people can do or are doing...only worry about what you can do and do that.
It is dangerous to compare your work to what others can achieve. Everyone's body is different. It is imperative to do your own thing. Celebrate the accomplishments of others and they will celebrate yours.

So whatever it is you are trying to accomplish...be brave. Dive in. Persevere. And above all, race your own race.

2.18.12 Haiku
Running. Blood pulsing,
arms pulling. Music filled mind.
Spirit soars. Freedom.

A Confession and A Memory

In order to share a wonderful memory, I first must confess to something. When my kids were little, they had absurd amounts of energy. Especially my oldest...who, even though he is almost 15, comes home from school looking and acting like a caged bird from sitting at a desk all day. When my boys were about three and six, we took a vacation with family in Rangeley, Maine; which is a seven-hour car ride. My youngest gets very car sick so at the start of the trip to Maine, we gave him some pediatric Dramamine. Then I thought about the challenge of keeping the six-year-old, who has a hard time sitting still for five minutes, entertained all the way to Maine. (This was before having TV screens in backseats was commonplace.) In a momentary lapse of reason, I decided to give my older boy a half a Dramamine just to mellow him out a bit. Well, my husband and I ended up driving for almost five hours straight because both boys were asleep and it was one of the most peaceful travel times we have ever had as a family.

However, I felt so guilty about it that I couldn't bring myself to do it again on the way home. So on the way home, after the Dramamine wore off for my little guy, we still had another three-and-a-half hours of driving left to go. So we did what all white, suburban families do: we wrote a rap song. My big regret should be having given my six year old the Dramamine to begin with; but oh no, it is the fact that I never videoed them singing this song!

There's a Party in My Booster Seat
There's a party in my booster seat (come on, come on)
Wakin' and shakin' like a rooster, see (come on, come on)
Cookin' with sausage and not bacon, see (come on, come on)
The music's pumpin', we ain't fakin', see (come on, come on)

Boom shaka laka laka boom (What?)
Boom shaka laka laka boom (What?)
Boom shaka laka laka boom (What?)
Boom shaka laka laka boom (What! What! What!)