*Or rather, an upcoming post is going to talk about my new running shoes, so this is a post about my history of running, to set the stage for that future post. Thus, a brief history of the time that I’ve been loving/hating running.
I started “running” when I was in high school, preparing for junior varsity soccer tryouts. A friend of mine who had been there and done that, told me that the first week was running intensive, so I knew I had to get into running shape. We lived near a cemetery back in Syracuse and my dad mapped out a 1 mile route to train on. I absolutely hated it. I was really self conscious of looking stupid while running, even though the only people who would see me were other people running in the cemetery or people there visiting their deceased loved ones (who probably wouldn’t even be looking at me anyway). Regardless, this didn’t last long as I quit every run short and would be so angry after/during that my head was spinning. Weird right?
For years, I didn’t get back into any recreational running. The only running I did was during soccer, which was almost all sprinting and interval style work, which suits my style more than endurance running. I’m pretty stocky and my frame isn’t build for long strides but rather quickness and agility. I think I ran on a treadmill about 5 times during my college career.
Fast forward to post college and my three best friends start seriously training for half marathons and marathons. I resist and the extent of my running is 5 miles of the Buffalo Half Marathon and then walking the rest with my friend who had an injured knee. Then somewhere along the line I decided I actually wanted to run the Pittsburgh half marathon while my friends did the full. So I decided to invest in some real running shoes and bought a pair of ASICS after having a friend look at my stride while she worked at Pacers.
The Marathon was in May of 2009. My training for the half consisted of 6-7 mile runs every other day of the week with a final long run of 10 miles a few weeks before. I finished in around 2:07, which wasn’t bad for someone who “hates running.” That was the extent of my racing for a long time.
Flash forward to July 2010 when I ran the Saratoga Firecracker 4 and the Utica Boilermaker.
I did a 10k that August and realize I don’t really like running, but I enjoy the rush of racing, if that makes any sense. But I ended up running a few 10ks, a few 15ks, and then got the idea that I wanted to run the Pittsburgh Marathon in 2011. I got really psyched up for it and then got a brutal ankle injury in the spring that basically ended my marathon training. So I settled for the half instead and finished two minutes slower than my first time.
After the half I hit a rut and didn’t plan for any more races. I ran a half during the summer in Lake George and that was basically it.
Most of my athletics still focused on soccer, but I started getting into biking more. I ran a few more times in the summer/fall, but didn’t feel right and started to get a pain/numbness in my left foot. This foot had been giving me other problems earlier in the year, when my little toe started to scrape against the toebox and I got larger shoes so I wouldn’t lose the nail. This pain caused me to basically cease running. It was okay with it at first because I was enjoying biking. But then it got too cold to bike outside and I started heading to the gym. There are a limited number of bikes at the gym and almost unlimited treadmills, so sometimes I stood there waiting for a bike and wishing I was running. But something was holding me back. As lame as it sounds, it was the shoes. Sound too easy? Too good to be true perhaps? I wish it was, or rather, I don’t. I started running again on 1/10/2012 and am feeling better than ever. How is this possible? Stay tuned for my shoe review.