Thirty-one years ago, I broke both my legs in a car accident.
The injuries, while they were serious, were not complicated and after three months at home I made a full recovery. Since then, even though I’ve loved sports my whole life, the one thing I could never do well was run.
I started training regularly a few years ago with a group. The cool thing about this particular group was that no two sessions were ever the same. The workout was different every class – we never knew what was coming and just had to show up and expect anything.
I took to it better than I thought…except when there was running in the workout. I’ve always said that the only way I was ever going to run was if something was chasing me, so you can imagine how I felt when my trainer programmed running. I’m not a competitive person but finishing a workout last doesn’t feel great, especially when you’re just starting to take training seriously, and especially when it exposes your weaknesses.
I got to a point where I stopped crying about it, and switched to a more proactive approach by incorporating my treadmill into my home workouts. Started off by walking, then adding short running intervals which slowly got longer over time. As with anything, you’re bound to have periods of immense struggle and it was definitely the case here. The shin splints after my first ever treadmill run were horrible, and took about a week to heal.
But a person can do anything if they have a strong enough reason to. I found my why two months ago when I had my first crossfit experience. I was lucky to not come across a workout with running in it…but when I officially join the box, I want to be prepared. I want to be able to give every single thing they throw at me, especially that running WOD, a proper go, even if I finish last.
“You can do what you have to do, and sometimes you can do it even better than you think you can.”
If I didn’t have visual proof of the above, I wouldn’t believe it myself. I may be slower than a stoned turtle and my knees may be protesting a little, but I managed 8 runs over the past 7 weeks.
It’s been a three year struggle and I still don’t consider myself a runner. But I’m finally running. Intentionally and by choice… not because I have something chasing me.