Non-Runner to 10k

Non-Runner to 10k

Holy moly - that's what I thought after reading about Rebecca Grafton. I could relate to her story and it definitely gave me a mental kick in the butt to get back into my exercise routine.

Please tell me I'm not alone in remembering running the mile in middle school. I hated it and walked probably half of it. I wasn't a runner. I don't know who told me I wasn't, but I just never thought I could do it and nobody told me otherwise. I'm pretty sure it was from here on, I had made up my mind that "running" was something I couldn't do.

Fast forward to earlier this year. Truthfully, I had always wanted to do a 5k or 10k because I was envious of my friends who would run them and take their selfies with medals, crossing the finish line, or on the course. They seriously all looked happy and I wanted to feel that, because I wasn't. I don't know what I was drinking when I decided that I was going to do a 10k in August this year. The only running I did was to my car when it was raining or cold out. Then I suppose there was the time we signed the twins up for mommy and me gymnastics...yeah, I ran then too only because I was trying to hopefully have the twins in the somewhat same arms lenght vacinity.

Back to August. I seriously had good intentions of training. I had downloaded a few apps, but lets face it, after downloading I didn't even open them to train. The weeks and days leading up to my first 10k, I was crazy nervous and serously questioned my sanity when I signed up months ago. But one thing I never did, was want to throw in the towel and not do it. I think deep down, I knew I needed to do this to prove to myself that I could. To prove to myself that I was worth it. You'll never guess what happened...

I DID IT

I ran my first 10k. I suppose I should say I use the word "ran" liberally here - I ran / walked it, but who cares. I finished faster than I thought I would have. I surprised myself an even ran the first 3 miles, which is a HUGE accomplishment for me. I finally had my selfie with my medal.

Then another bug got into me and I signed up to run ANOTHER 10k. Like, who am I. Two 10k's?! Seriously. I don't know what was in the water I was drinking. I had the same intentions as last time and to train, but life got busy and I made excuses, but in the end I still did it and got my second medal selfie.

There were lots of thoughts I had while running. Most of them about my family. I thought a lot about our son and probably even had a few therapeutic tears just letting go. I also thought about how I want my girls to look up to me. I don't ever want them to feel like they can't do something - unless it's pee standing up. I draw the line there. They cannot pee standing up.

I still wouldn't consider myself a "runner" - what sounds crazy to me now, is that I do them for fun. I like challenging myself and I think there's part of me who does it for all those times people made me feel like I couldn't do something - mentally I'm probably giving some of them the middle finger, but more than that, I envision myself doing the "Rocky" arms up when I cross the finish line and yelling "ADRIENNE!"...but people would look at me weird so I only do it in my mind.

In the end, I'm really doing these crazy 10k things because I'm stronger than I ever realized or thought possible - and so are you!

Mary Christy

Mary Christy


You were meant to live this life, not just go through the motions. Go ahead and eat that cookie...run that race...don't forget that you are beYOUtiful!

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