Mad scientist by day, runner/spinner in the evenings, student whenever I can fit it in.
I grew up afraid of playing sports. Hated, I mean *HATED* to run. I quit t-ball when I was five just because they made us run laps around the field. My asthma didn’t help matters much. I found I could work best when I was on the cold ice or in a dance class. I grew up in the ice arena, swapping out school phys ed for skating whenever I could. I competed around the Midwest both at an individual level and on a team. I was a cheerleader and on the dance team in high school. I loved weight training, although my bench press left something to be desired. And when I wasn’t skating, cheering, dancing, I would walk or rollerblade all over town. (It’s easy to do when your town is 9 square miles.) My high school boyfriend was a big cross country runner, and he tried to get me to run with him. Nope. Even though I thought he was “the one,” as one is apt to do at that age, it wasn’t enough to make me keep up with him.
I continued the rollerblading, walking, and weight training through college. I also started to teach different group exercise classes – Kickboxing, Boxing (on the bags — totally thought I was bad ass), Step, and Water Aerobics. And yes, Water Aerobics can totally kick your rear end. After college, I became Spinning(R) certified when my mom wanted someone to go with her for her certification, and I’ve been teaching for 10 years.
I have always been adamant that I. Am not. A runner. Well, about a year ago, I was getting ready to go for a walk using the trails around work. I had just started a new job, and I saw my boss outside. He’s a former Marine, disciplined, macho guy, and I was embarrassed to “just walk” in front of him. So I started running. And kept pushing myself to run. At first it was a game – I have to run whenever the path crosses over the highway or a business driveway. Then to run a bit longer. Who knew that it was the push I needed to start on a different fitness path! My friend and my sister convinced me to sign up for my first 5k in a very hilly neighborhood last September. I did my second one in October. After that, I was hooked. Ran my first 10k in February, second in June, and I’m now training for my first half marathon. If I can run, anyone can. Just remember to breathe.