When I was in middle school I considered it the cruelest thing to be made to run the 1-mile run around the track in gym. Those were the worst 4 laps of my life and seemed like so much! After a few attempts (which ended in a shameful time that I chose to forget, let alone mention) I decided I wanted to start running. My father, pumped about the idea, decided to help me in my goal.
Behind my house are many winding wooden trails that take you by old foundations. This is where I started running. I wanted to get more in shape, even when I was in seventh grade, and wanted to be like the girls I would see running on the side of the road. My dad and I started running small loops in the woods (which completely killed me when I first started). Gradually I increased the distance I would run, with my dad’s help of course.
Soon my family invested in a treadmill. I made it my new goal to run at least 1 mile a day on it during the winter months. We had it positioned right in front of the TV. Soon I began picking out a 30 minute show to watch and trying to run the whole time.
As an impulse I jointed the cross-country team my freshmen year of high school. It was one of the hardest things I had done. My body wasn’t use to the speed workouts or hill drills or 5 mile runs. I would leave totally beat! I hated and love it though. I hated it while I was running (especially up a steep hill; which we had a particularly bad one we called “the wall”) but loved the feeling of being done and knowing I had accomplished something. My first huge race was one I will never forget. It was considered a very hard course, characterized by a lot of hills. It was raining, windy, cold, and muddy. They had to reroute a few of the trails because the mud was so bad. Within 5 minutes of the start of the race my legs were numb and bright red due to the cold and wind. On the last stretch (up a long and gradual grass hill) my shoes almost were coming off because of the wet grass. I used my toes to grip them on and tried to give it all I had. I finished and it was the best feeling ever (even though I felt like I was going to puke).
After my first year in cross-country I was able to kill the 1-mile run in gym and started running a 5k race that took place near my grandparents on the 4th of July. Before long I realized I was hooked. I would go running for 30-45 minutes in a game refugee we have in my hometown that has a lot of wooded trails. All through high school I increased my endurance, maximal oxygen uptake, tolerance for high-intensity exercises, and my love for running. Before I knew it I was running for an hour at least either through the woods or on the road.
Today, when the weather is good, I try to run at least 6-7 miles or at least for an hour. I love the feeling of release and freedom it gives me. My favorite thing is to run on Saturday mornings when the rest of the campus is quiet. My running shoes and ipod are two of my favorite things I own. One of the things about running that I love is that you can do it almost anywhere. Deciding to start running was a life-long commitment and huge change in my life that I consider one of the best derisions I’ve made.