This week marked three years since I started running again. I had just been broken up with, I was in a bad place with my body image and was super stressed about getting into grad school. My best friend had kept trying to get me to start running with again, and I finally gave in. I started with the Couch to 5K plan, running a few 5ks before graduating college and ran a half marathon 8 months later.
3 years later, I couldn’t be more thankful that Beth started to get me running again. We were good friends before, and she would still be my best friend without running. But our love of running (and Tri’s for her, too) really strengthens our friendship and allows us to have some great times together. (If wine festivals, wedding dates, and double dates weren’t enough)
3 years and 2,000 miles later, I’ve..
…Run 10 half marathons, cutting 20 minutes off my PR…
…Completed a life goal of running a marathon.
…Recovered from my 7 year eating disorder & failed attempts at recovery. I didn’t think full recovery was a thing 3 years ago, but is if you believe it can be. Despite the occasional, fleeting thought that I’m “too big” or eating something that’s “unhealthy”, the biggest reminder is a pen I have from a speaker event I went to when I was truly starting to recover, in February 2014. (That pen is starting to die and I’m SO SAD because IT’S THE BEST). I’m still at a point where truly “dieting” brings out the risky thoughts, but I’m okay with leading a rather “balanced” life for now.
…Had/have amazing times with friends (and family) running for fun and in races.
..Developed much bigger legs that chafe if I wear shorts, but they’re much more powerful.
…Gone from running guns blazing every day and being injured to running modestly, but healthy.
…Stopped/started blogging a few times, but still enjoy writing.
…And oh yeah I ran/crawled 3 miles up that mountain after running (and coming in DFL) a 10K, while injured. That was a blast and I will happily never do it again.
…Always set bigger and better goals for myself.
If I didn’t start running 3 years ago, I probably would have gone freaking nuts in grad school, would have gained much more weight, and honestly would still be at war with myself in my body. I often think of how my relationship with running would be if I didn’t stop after my first half marathon, when I ran for the completely wrong reasons. But yet, I almost don’t want to know, because I love the relationship I have with the sport now.