I got a treadmill for my birthday in 2005. We lived in Illinois and had three younger children and I wanted o be able to do my aerobic exercises at home. Plus that year at my yearly physical after complaining of knee pain to my doctor she suggested that I lose some weight. I was 145 pounds, 5’3″.
The next year at my annual physical I was 120 lbs. She said I looked great and was in great shape. She asked me what I had been doing. I told her I had gotten a treadmill and started out walking but it quickly turned to jogging, then running and I was doing 30-50 miles per week plus lifting weights. She told me I should stop running; that it was bad for my body. She suggested speed walking. I tried it a few times but it didn’t feel the same as running. And whose kidding who, it looks ridiculous! LOL
Fast forward a two years; I was running with a trainer once or twice a week and a group of women each weekend and when I could catch up with them during the week. Alone I logged 4 days a week- with runs ranging from 6 to 14 miles at a shot. I had never felt better emotionally or physically.
I joined a group to train for the Chicago Marathon. The first year I chickened out after our first 20 mile run. I decided to support the group by showing up along the route to cheer them on. As I watched them finish, I realized I had logged 41 miles running around the city to catch them. I vowed to run the marathon the next year.
I trained over the winter and read every book I could find on training methodologies. I ran inside most days, but ran outside a day or two even in the harshest winter weather. Some Saturdays I would get home after 10 mile runs and collapse into a 2 hour nap, wake up, eat and then hit the gym for a few hours. I was on point and very focused.
I ran my first Marathon in 2009 and ran a 4:28. I was disappointed. I trained the same way for the next year and ran every 5 and 10K I could make and ran a 4:21 the next Chicago Marathon. I ran 4 more marathons but never beat that time.
I tore my ACL skiing in 2011. I recovered very quickly and continued to run. Then in 2015 I had a total hip replacement due to degenerative arthritis in my hip-joint. The surgeon said he would see me next year for the other hip. He told me I would never run again. I went through a few months of major depression. Not working out the way I had been because of healing and getting used to the new hip, when I went to the gym it was hard to watch other people do things I could not. But I didn’t have pain anymore and I always reminded myself of that and kept going. The hip surgery was the best choice.. and I was able to work through and while my workouts are different, in some ways I think they are better, and healthier.
Don’t tell my surgeon, but I started running a few months after hip surgery. It was a slow shuffle to start with lots of walking breaks. But it felt good! I ran my first 5k since. Surgery yesterday. It won’t be the last, it reminded me of all the reasons I love to run; the activity, the people, the sense of community, and the competitive spirit!❤️🙏🏻
I have 5 pairs of running shoes that I rotate through. This blue/green pair of Mizunos I have had for 7 years. I guesstimate they have 2000+ miles on them. They are a little torn and flat through the heel; but wear them for light worki=outs and on the treadmill. The lace broke last week. I sat down and took stock and decided it was time to let them go. I sat down yesterday and held them in my lap; recalling all the races and miles I had seen in these shoes.
I ran a 17K race in them – I had misjudged the length and blown out a 6:30 mile at 15 k then died. I was struggling to breathe as a robust woman trotted past me the last 2K. Live and learn. I recalled a run that I had thought was a road race that was actually a trail run. I washed the shoes by hand the next day to make sure they where ok.
Goodbye shoes. I am so thankful you were in my life!