Friday, April 20, 2012

Dusting off the running shoes.

For those of you who read the post about my midlife crisis yesterday, you know that I have started running again. By running I really mean jogging, slowly.

I used to consider myself a runner, but in all honestly I was never much of an athlete. I jogged 3-5 miles a day, never less, rarely more. I just wanted to keep fit. I never participated in races or pushed myself too hard, but running was a part of my daily life. It was part of who I was. Until it wasn't anymore. After Zachary, I got back into running fairly quickly, and was in the best shape of my life. My husband and I would take the baby in the stroller and run together. With the extra load, my husband was more at my speed and we would take 5-8 mile runs side by side on a regular basis. After Evan, however, time became tighter, life became crazier and as a result, I ran less frequently. After Julian, well forget about it. I had a lot of reasons not to exercise, time, exhaustion, etc.

I realized recently that I missed it. Since I was a teenager, running was something that I have always done, it was part of me. It was time to myself, time to think, get the blood moving and to feel alive. I have decided that it was time to strap on my rusty running shoes again and get moving.

It isn't easy. I'm less than two weeks into it, but I have been fairly diligent. Over the past twelve days I have gone out seven times. It has felt good. It has felt like me, except that while running three miles used to be routine, I now find myself red faced and sore after a short run. It is actually a bit embarrassing, running around Lake Merritt, getting passed constantly as I chug along at a snails pace, sweating. Today was probably one of my low points. It was warm, and I was slow. I jogged passed someone I knew and felt ashamed to be seen in such a sorry state.

But I'm not going to give up. In a few months I'll look back on where I was today (and this red-faced photograph) and feel a sense of accomplishment. I'm getting back into shape. I'm getting this part of me back.

Here we go.... cheerleading welcome.


  1. It is totally NOT about the pace. It is about doing something for YOU that makes you feel GOOD. Keep doing what you're doing and enjoy it :) YAY!!!!

  2. YES! Girl after my own heart. Just gotta do it, and you will feel good. :) Really impressed you would run 5-8 miles, even if it was a while ago. I run about 3 every day and never more. But it's all I have time for!!!!

    Keep it up, mama! :)

  3. Woo hoo!!!! Go you!!!

    By the way, I read your previous post and it could have been about me. Seriously- are you stalking me? Our lives are quite parallel! :) I ran in high school, and I've been doing it once a week since moving here. Not much running, but enough to get in a mile or two (bad knees). It feels good to run, doesn't it? I almost feel like I'm on my high school track team again, and being someone who is just starting to have mid-life crisis thoughts, that's a good thing, ha.

  4. Rah rah rah! Shish boom. . . okay I can't do that.

    Go running!

  5. No matter what pace you run is lightning fast compared to sitting on the couch!

    You go, girl!!

  6. good for you! I used to run (well, jog) in my college days, but the older I get the less I seem to get out for a run.

  7. Absolutely cheering you on! Remember, you are lapping folks like me who haven't left the couch yet!! :-) I sort of jog about a mile or so on the treadmill but I mostly love to walk. Either way, You feel great afterwards and have a toned body to show for it. You go girl==enjoy your runs and time for yourself--it keeps you happy!

  8. Good job! And look what I saw on Etsy:

    So cute - a little foot with a heart on it (love running)

  9. Run Rachel Run!! You go girl!

  10. Run, Mommy, RUN! I, too, used to be a runner. And then -- kids? Life? Somehow I couldn't figure out how to juggle my time so I could make it a priority. SO proud of you!!!