I am a runner because…

Ravennas

In 2010 on a cold, rainy last Saturday of April, I put on all of the cotton things as well as my three-year old pair of tennis shoes and ran my first 5k.  With my best friend running next to me.

I created my training plan as I went, logging each interminable mile on the lone treadmill in my apartment building.  A wall of mirrors to my left, an empty hot tub on my right.

There is not a week that goes by where I do not think of that race.  Not a final 5k of a run where I don’t remind myself that nothing could be As Hard.

Because it’s true.  No distance I ever run or race will ever be as challenging as training for and running (the whole time!) that first 5k of mine.

I don’t know why I decided to stick with the training.  I don’t know why I didn’t stop during the race.  I don’t know why I kept on going.

That race is what made me a runner.  I am not a runner because I run.  I am a runner because on April 24, 2010 I crossed the start and finish lines running.

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8 responses to “I am a runner because…

  1. Kat. I started running in the fall of that year. How did I not realize that you truly are as new as I am?
    I love everything about this post; I cried. It’s perfect. ❤

  2. This says everything. #allthefeels

  3. Lady we have almost the same run-iversary! Mine is Friday! Happy runiversary! Here’s hoping outdoor sun shiny runs are in our near future!

  4. Thank goodness you didn’t go surfing that day.

  5. This is so, so perfect! Not a single time do I run without remembering the agony of training for that first 5K, and the exhilaration of crossing the finish line.

  6. Pingback: The Ravenna 5s | Tenaciously Yours,

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