Every year, in high school, I dreaded the time when we would have those horrendous physical fitness tests. We’d have to do push ups, sit ups, climb a knotted rope to the top, sprints, and we’d have to run a mile. I did o.k. on the sit ups, but that was it. The rest were always a big, fat fail, but I never felt worse than when I was running that mile. We had to run it in under twelve minutes, and if we didn’t make it we had to stay after school to try it again. And again, and again; until we came in under the clock. I hated it so much and it was something that stuck with me through my life.
I’d look at those runners in town and think, “My God, what a crazy person!”
I’d say, “Not me! I’m no runner.”
I’d blame my bad folk-dancing knee, my lack of time, my weight, my whatever-excuse-worked.
This is my track. Well, it’s not “my” track, but it is the track where I started my bike training. And, now it’s the track that I run on. Yes, it’s the track that I run on.
Let me say that slowly:
It’s. The. Track. That. I. Run. On.
On June 27th, I downloaded the Couch to 5K app for my iTouch. I had heard all about the app, and, quite frankly, had those same thoughts about it like, Oh My God those people are crazy, I could never run, I have a bad knee, whatever-whatever.
But, I was already in push mode. I was pushing myself with every bike ride. My legs were strong. My heart was feeling good. The scale was responding. Skirts felt loose.
So, I pushed a little harder, downloaded the damn app, and gave it a go!
I am currently in week 4. This is the week where I run for three minutes, walk, and then five minutes straight (twice!) The other day when I finished the last run portion, I exploded into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I couldn’t stop and I know that the dad and daughter who were playing soccer on the field must have thought I was a loon.
I don’t know? Maybe I was laughing at Miss Callahan (and maybe giving her a big, fat middle finger) for making me feel like such a dippy—in high school—for not being able to finish the mile in under twelve minutes? Maybe I was laughing because I was alive?!
I did it. I didn’t die. I’m going to keep doing it.
Hello, my name is Mishelle, and I’m a *runner!
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Mishelle Lane is a born-and-raised Buffalonian, wife of a pilot, mother of four, and professional photographer who currently resides outside of Atlanta. Online she has been writing on her personal weblog, Secret Agent Mama, since 2005, with a mix of photography, self exploration, poetry, and quirk, as well as playing with social media on Facebook and Twitter. While she is passionate about many things, nothing makes Mishi happier than when she is behind her camera, snapping away. And, very rarely will you see her without her camera. You can read more from Mishi on her blog, Secret Agent Mama.