I was always that “I only run if I’m being chased” girl. But a couple of months ago, I changed that.
Over the summer this voice in my head—one of many—told me to start running. And, quite frankly, I laughed at it.
Now you all know me as being a very active person, so the hard feelings toward running may surprise you.
As a kid I played sports, did everything I could outdoors, then danced the rest of my life. Six years ago I traded my car for a bicycle for commuting to work. Though I stopped dancing, I became a regular Yoga practitioner with a ridiculous love for hiking.
On one of those beautiful summer Portland hikes in Forest Park, my crazy ass took off running.
Even crazier…it wasn’t so bad. In fact, I was having a blast.
Mr. H has been a runner for a few years now. First and foremost, he advised me to not get all 150% Britt with running, to take things slow and steady so I didn’t kill myself. He also recommended that I read Born to Run by Christopher McDougall.
This part really spoke to me…
“You had to love running, or you wouldn’t live to love anything else. And like everything else we love—everything we sentimentally call our ‘passions’ and ‘desires’—it’s really an encoded ancestral necessity. We were born to run; we were born because we run.”
When it comes to exercising, I’ve always been into the organic way the body moves. Combining that with nature is one of the most exhilarating moments I have known. Which is why my running focus has been on a trail rather than a treadmill.
Trail running has come very naturally to me. I’ve been running once a week since the beginning of September and each week it’s become a bit easier. I’m doing somewhere around two miles, but on technical trails with plenty of asshole hills along the way.
Running commands our full attention, with no room to think about the usual to-do list that often plagues our busy minds. The one time I wasn’t truly present on the trail last month—you guessed it—I ate shit.
Fortunately, I had a cat nurse to help me out. Unfortunately, I earned a new nickname by Mr. H after the June pothole bicycling accident and now this.
Hi, my name is Crash.
As I learn to love the thing I hated forever, I’m learning so much about myself along the way. When I used to try to run, I didn’t like it when it got too tough so I’d stop and give up. Now I embrace the tough, I keep going.
I’m just starting out with this new adventure. I don’t know much, I don’t wear any fancy running gear, and I’m not fast.
It’s not about goals, like beating my best time or training for a marathon one day.
It’s about running free among the trees. It’s about breathing and being. It’s about finding love when things get hard.
What about you guys…anything you hated that you’re learning to love?