So you think you’re a runner….

As you may or may not know, my girlfriend is a runner. If you don’t know… well you should go read about it here. Running was never a thing for me. I don’t like being out of breath, gasping for air. I can literally walk up to 10 miles a day at work and think nothing of it but running = heavy breathing which, for whatever reason, is a chore for me. Of course if you spend enough time with someone their likes and hobbies eventually rub off on you. It took about a year, but finally I got it in my head to give it a try:

My first race was the Rock CF 5K. I chose this one partly because Betsy was already signed up but also because it offered a finisher medal for the 5K. My motivation being that I wanted something to put on display to remember the event. The race came and went and I didn’t die. Actually I did quite well and finished middle of the pack. And when they put that medal around my neck one thing was for sure… I was hooked! But not hooked on running, oh no, I was hooked on getting cool race swag and medals! Is that wrong??

Rock CF Swag

After that I ran the Let’s Move 5K which didnt go so well for me. After the first mile the second and third were pure torture. The shirt and finisher medal were also just so-so, but it was local, VERY local so I couldn’t pass it up.

lets move

I didn’t give up, in fact I upped it a bit with my next race and signed up for the Kona 10K. Now they offer a 5K, but with that race you didn’t get the sweet surf board medal unless you did the 10K or above. I was all over it and maybe it was the sweet medal motivation but those were the easiest miles I’ve ever done.

kona

At this point I was ready to try out a mud run and signed up for the Warrior Dash. I was surprised that it wasn’t as “frat-boyish” as I had heard. I found the course easy enough and the obstacles a welcome change to a straight run. I was, however, finding it hard to breathe and over some of the distances I needed to slow down to a walk on more then one occasion. WD gear is by far the coolest! Fuzzy Grand Poobah hat, bottle opener medal, and bearded t-shirt I would actually wear in public.

wd

That brings us to today… life gets in the way and I haven’t been running… at all… but that hasn’t stopped me from entering more races… but that, my friends, is a story for another blog