3 years a runner

It’s hard to believe but it’s been 3 years since I went for my first run. Nervous, self-conscious, unsure; what got me out the door was a sense of now or never.  I had to at least try running; and in trying discovered I love it.

I love running. I love the sense of achievement it gives me. I love how I feel so strong and capable when I’m running. I love pushing myself in a race; and I really love getting a PB in a race. I love the community I’ve discovered and the friends I’ve made.

Running is such an important part of my life now, I can’t imagine being without it.

If I could go back to this day three years ago, I would give myself the biggest ‘thank you’ possible. I would tell myself that it will be hard but it will be so, so worth it. I would tell myself to never give up. I would tell myself…

Actually. You know what…I did tell myself all these things. I still do.

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One year a runner

A year. I’ve been a runner for a year. I can’t even express how wonderful it feels to be able to say that!

One year ago today I stepped outside my front door and went running for the first time. I had no idea what running would do for me, and how things in my life would change.

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