"Come on, thats not running, let's GO!"

My title is quoting Phoebe in this famous Friends seen where Phoebe runs like she did when she was a kid. I think we all have an instinct to run.  My boys love to run.  All kids love to run, always running as fast as they can only resting after they have reached their destination.  About a year ago I was someone who said I DO NOT RUN, I WILL NEVER RUN. People talk about how they aren't made to run or how they've never enjoyed running and never will do it.  I think we were all made to run. I think it is a God given ability and we should not just be thankful for our ability to run but also take advantage of it. There are people out there who can't even walk or are to sick and they would give anything to just be able to run down the street. BFF's sister's sister in law (get that one?)  who is younger than I am has battled cancer most of her life and she commented on BFF's Facebook once about how she would give anything to be able to run.  There are people who have lost limbs or have been in accidents and told well you'll never run again. Some of them were not runners before but the fact that they "can't"  cause them to find a way to run anyways.  Out of nowhere something they took for grated is gone and they all of a sudden want nothing more than to do just that thing.

Found this on Pinterest today and love it

I shared with you all in my last blog post that I used to be a very fast runner. It was in 5th grade that I realized I was fast. This was the first time I remember people complimenting my on my speed.  In 5th grade PE I could outrun almost everyone. PE games that involved running meant winning for me.   I LOVED playing sports. In 6h grade PE, indoor/field hockey, soccer and volleyball were my favorites.  I was pretty good at all of them and knew if running was involved I'd have an advantage.   The next time my speed and running was pointed out to me was in the 7th grade during some kind of fitness test and we had to run a 100 yard dash as fast as we can.  The rankings included all of 7th & 8th grade boys and girls and I was the 2nd fastest out of everyone.  PE teachers and coaches asked me to do track and cross country but I didn't want to.  Freshman Year of High School I started at a new school and again my speed was revealed during sports practice and PE.  Again I was told I should really run in track, but none of my close friends did so I wasn't interested.  I would respond: "Oh I don't really run. I can only sprint here and there." From about there on out my responses to anything running was a Yeah Right, I don't run.  I've said that for so many years it became a truth in my mind.  It was just a couple weeks ago that I remembered about how my running speed used to make me proud.

The athletic me was always extremely competitive and pushed myself all the time to go further.  I can still feel this while weight lifting and when I had be consistently doing my C25K I was getting to the point where I was starting to push myself. Hubby has said he is sure if I got time on my bike I would be able to beat him and his buddy in a sprint because he knows how much strength my legs can get and I am smaller than them.  The idea of being truly athletic again gives me butterflies. Not nervous butterflies but like the kind you get when you are around someone you love. I do truly miss the athletic me.  Today is cross training day, that will be including free weights, body weight exercises and treadmill time.  I plan on posting my training schedule with details in a later blog.  :-)