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Here’s something you might not know about me: I love to run.
I run 5km or more 2-3 times a week. I’ve done 2 half marathons. When I’m not training, I run 10km at least once a month. Yes – for fun!
I definitely used to be a very laissez-faire runner, though. Only doing it the day after a very bad – but very awesome – night of dessert binging. In my mind, running for fifteen minutes was all I needed to justify all the sugar I’d consumed. But then, in a moment of insanity, I signed up for my very first half marathon – the BMO Vancouver Half.
Suddenly, I was running upwards of 10km each week. I ran in cold, rain, hail, and snow – and all four at once thanks to a freak winter day. I woke up at 6am to get my mileage in before work. I ran the day after I’d just recovered from a cold. I ran even after a nasty fall hurt my knee so bad I was limping for days afterwards.
And when race day finally came, I managed to finish under my 2 hours and 30 minute expectations. I finished with an astonishing time – at least for me – of 2:23:43. That sealed the deal. I was addicted.
This year I’m running three half marathons – the BMO Vancouver Half Marathon, the Lululemon Sea Wheeze and the Disneyland Half Marathon (my first international half!)… and I’ve got plans to run a fourth pending my budget (trips are so expensive, but worth it).
The thing I find most amazing about all of this is that I used to be asthmatic. I went to the hospital a lot when I was a kid because I couldn’t breathe. Too much running wouldn’t just leave me winded – it left me literally without breath. I had to carry a puffer up until I was 17 years old.
Being asthmatic eventually became my excuse to not do any kind of physical activity. While all my friends played sports, I read books. I loved it because it fueled my passion for writing, but it made me way too comfortable with being immobile. Eventually, I had it ingrained in my mind that my body had limits and running long distances was definitely one of them.
I’m so glad that I not only outgrew my asthma, but also my fear of pushing my body past its “limits”. It took me about 20 years to get here, but better late than never right?
What do you do to psyche yourself up and push past your limits?