I slip on my shoes, double knotting the laces; grab my GPS watch, securing it to my wrist; and step outside, ready for a great run.
It’s been about 4 and a half weeks since I started training for the SLC Half Marathon, and it’s been going good.
The reason I chose this race is because I liked the course, which starts at the Olympic Legacy Bridge, and finishes at 200 E between Library and Washington Square.
Though I will admit that training started out a little rough; I was only getting in two runs per week due to the hectic state of my life. But most recently, I have been running four days per week: three–seven miles each day.
As I’ve increased the amount of time I spend running, I’ve begun to notice slight changes in the way that I think about running.
In the past, I ran because I was good at it. I was told by coaches that I was “talented” and could go far in the running world. It became something that made me feel that I had value—that I mattered. I became obsessed with being the best and being fast and being on the varsity team.
However, eventually this attitude towards running caused me to feel apathetic.
I injured my foot my sophomore year, and I couldn’t cope with the fact that I could no longer keep up. So I quit.
I played soccer instead my junior year (which was a bad experience but that’s another story).
My senior year I decided to get back into running. But it just made me sad. I physically became sick EVERY TIME I ran. I was no longer fast. I didn’t understand the point of why I was doing this if I wasn’t consistently running in varsity races every week.
Overall, my senior year of cross country was miserable, both mentally and physically. And obviously it wasn’t running that was the source of all my woes. I was overwhelmed with college level classes and work. Running just made everything feel even more unmanageable.
After I graduated high school I quit running for quite a while. I think it was more than a year. I occasionally had the urge to run, but I was just never motivated enough to do it.
One day I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, and I saw a post about running a long distance relay race—The Salt Lake City Ragnar Sunset Relay. I thought to myself, “This is the perfect opportunity to get back into running!”
I was still getting physically sick every time I ran, but it was a good experience running with a group. It also motivated me to do more.
This is where we skip to the present day. Lately running has felt much different for me than it has in the past. Instead of dreading going on runs, I feel excited. On days when it’s cold, I listen to my favorite songs from musicals and run on the treadmill. One of my favorites being “Say My Name” from Beetlejuice the Musical. And on days when it’s nice out, I run outside and enjoy the scenery.
I have stopped feeling physically sick every time I run—which is absolutely amazing. I’m not positive of the exact reason why, but I think it has to do with the shift in the way I think about running. It is no longer a competition. I don’t have the pressure to perform or be a certain way. It can just be me, running because I feel like it.
So what have I learned from this experience so far? Well, several things. I learned to better appreciate the beauty of running. It’s amazing to be able to slow down and appreciate the intricacies of the world. Yesterday on my run, I watched the sun set—with brilliant colors—over the mountains. It was breathtaking! (And I mean that both literally and figuratively as I was at about 6 miles at this point.)
I learned that running can be an activity that is similar to meditation, in that it allows you to practice awareness, and act as a stress reducer. Instead of being something that is dreaded, it can be an escape from the harshness and intensity of life. It does this for me.
Finally, I learned that I am not running for anyone but myself. This has helped me to realize that I actually really enjoy running when it is not in a super competitive, cutthroat environment. I like being more in tune with my body, and taking better care of myself. This is something that no one else can do for me.
Lately I’ve been feeling very overwhelmed with all my responsibilities. Sometimes it feels like I can’t keep going.
But then I see how I am progressing with my running, and I feel like I can push through. Running may be a brief escape in the moment, but the effects carry over into every aspect of life.
Life is hard, with or without running. That’s something I’ve found to be true.
And running won’t solve all your problems.
But starting to run can be the stepping stone that allows you to appreciate the little wins in life a little more: getting up that hill or going on a run despite being absolutely exhausted. And that’s what it’s about at the end of the day. The little wins.