There once was a girl that would run and run and run with no where to go. She didn’t know how fast she was going, she didn’t know how many miles she was running, she didn’t have a stop watch on, or music playing in her ear. She just liked to run. It felt natural to her. She just felt good running.
That was me, 18 years ago, before I started high school. I would just go for run around town and see how far I could go and what I could see. It was before my days of running cross country and track where I ran straight for almost nine years through rain, wind, snow, blazing heat, and any other type of weather. After high school, I went to college to run, and it became like my job and I loved it.
I am super competitive so it became my competitive nature to try to compete in running. I started to learn how to train, do repeats, time myself, and on my runs I would always want to beat my last time or my last rep. I raced for 9 years- In high school I ran cross country and track- and then I went to the U of M to run, and ran with some of the most amazing people I have ever met and was coached by some of the most outstanding coaches. I LOVED running at the U of M. I LOVED the competition, I loved being on a big ten team, I LOVED to compete, but you guys I grew up in the middle of a field and my dad was a farmer. I did not love the big city. So, I transferred to the University of Wisconsin Oshkosh- one of the top Division Three running programs. I again met some of the best runners and people and was again blessed to be coached by one of the best division 3 cross country and track coaches in the nation. I ran and ran and ran. I ran because I wanted to get faster. I ran to win. I was in the best shape of my life and running the fastest times in my life. I was living on a runners high.
Fast forward 8 years and 3 babies later and this mama is not living on a runners high anymore. You guys I can barely make it out the door to get a 3 mile run in. I also haven’t raced in years- First: because I haven’t found time to train in years! Second: I don’t know if I will be able to bear how slow I will be. I know I will never be as fast as I was when I was in college, but it kind of scares me of how slow I could be. Sounds stupid I know, but it is mentally hard to know once that I could easily run under 7 minute mile pace in the wee hours of the morning before I was even fully awake to now where I don’t even know if I could race a 7 minute mile ha. BUT I would die trying if I had too lol. So what I FINALLY came to the conclusion of and came at peace with is that: I will forget about the times I used to run, the shape I used to be in, the miles I used to run and I will start running for the enjoyment again. I will run the fact that I am capable of running and that God has granted me a body (for the time being) that is able run.
I will run for the mama of three who needs a break and her escape is running – I will run for her
I will run for the woman who loved to feel the pavement under her feet and just wanted to see where the road would take her- I will run for her
I will run for the woman who can’t afford cute running clothes or the fanciest new shoes, I will run for her
I will run for the woman that doesn’t use a stop watch, fitbit, iphone, Apple Watch, Garmin, or any other type of tracker- I will run for her
I will run for the woman who wishes she could run again, but her body will not let her- I will run for her
I will run for the woman that is too old, too tired, or too sick to run, I will run for her
I will not be fast, I will not be far, my legs will hurt, my lungs will suck, but God still allows me to run so I am going to do it for as long as I can. I won’t run for the girl who I used to be, I will run for the woman I have become. The mama of three who is tired, but man does it feel good when I sneak away for 30 minutes and just RUN!
Get out there and run for her!!