Y’all. I am so proud of myself right now. Like really.
When I was in high school, I was on the Cross Country and Track team. My brother was also a runner, so I guess my parents thought running would be good for me, too. Although I enjoyed the camaraderie of my friends on the team, I did not particularly care for running. On our distance running workout days, I can remember walking parts of the distance…and our coach driving behind us in his yellow pick up truck yelling “GET YOUR ASS MOVING, FRECKLES!” ….yes that was my nickname. Awesome.
I remember the races we used to run. I was terrible. My freshman year I came in dead last in every race. And it was only 2 miles. I may have looked skinny and fit – but I HATED running. I remember walking during specific parts of the races where there were no spectators or coaches watching. By the time I got to my junior year, I wasn’t dead last anymore, but my times were still slow. I was running 2 miles in about 18 minutes – which – looking back, is really not that bad…but considering the girl who won every race ran them in 11 minutes, I had a lot of catching up to do.
Once I got out of high school I quit running. I put on a ton of weight in college and grad school and gave up on running. Until recently. About a year ago, I started Couch to 5k, and I only got about 3 weeks through the workouts before I quit. I was running on a treadmill and getting HORRIBLE shin splints. Like. I couldn’t walk. So I stopped running again.
About a month ago, after Donovan and I moved in with each other, I started hitting the pavement this time, without a specific goal in mind. I really just wanted to get active. So I started walking about 2 miles around our neighborhood every other night after work and on the weekends. About 2 weeks ago I started jogging. Now remember, it’s hot in Texas…so I could only jog about a quarter of a mile before I thought I was going to die. Clearly, I was going to need a lot of lung capacity training!
Last night at the gym, Dono and I warmed up with some cardio before hitting the weights, and I hit the treadmill again. I’m not sure if the stars were aligned or not, but I ran for 8 MINUTES! Y’all. This is the longest I’ve ever run in the last 4-5 years! The mileage on the treadmill came out to about 3/4 mile, which is not all that great – but it is a step in the right direction. I’m so proud of myself!
Now — I am just concerned about getting shin splints again. They are the devil. I woke up this morning and my shins were hurting. I really don’t want this to deter me from running since I’m getting better at it. Do y’all have any recommendations for dealing with shin splints?