For the last four years, St. Patricks day has held a much more sentimental reason to me than drinking beer, wearing green and Holiday spirit. Four years ago I ran a road race in college that would forever change my life. Forever.
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Four years ago, I saw a sign at the gym stating if you completed the annual campus 5k you would get a free long sleeve t-shirt. As a college student you can never have enough things to stuff in your dorm room. I had plenty of short sleeve shirts but long sleeves were something I was always looking for. All I had to do is sign up for a 5k and complete it?
Okay sign me up. Sign me up and I didn’t run an ounce beforehand.
Keep in mind my running history previous to March of 2010 is lackluster. After failing the mile countless times in middle and high school or passing by a couple of seconds (passing was 12:30 and my mile PR was 12:12). I had no idea where this race would take me. Since 10th grade gym class I had avoided running like the plague. The only two times I had run was to “impress” upper classman on the swim team. It wasn’t impressive and I made a goober out of myself both times.
During the off season from swimming I went to the gym and used the elliptical or lifted weights. It was nice to keep cardio and strength when I wasn’t swimming. Long story short I had no idea what I was getting myself into but the phrase “if it’s free, it’s for me” comes to mind with this race.
The race itself is pretty much a blur. I don’t remember much other than I didn’t really hate it.
I finished the 5k is around 24 minutes. I don’t remember the exact time but I remember not dying, texting my shocked dad that I had run a 5k and picking up my tshirt and wearing it proudly. (of course I didn’t tell my parents I was running this 5k…I didn’t want them to ask if I didn’t finish).
I wore that tshirt all around the following day. I was going to wear my badge of honor.
After the race, it wasn’t as if I magically became engrossed in running at that point. I ran 20 miles off and on weekly for the rest of the spring. When it was sunny I would run the same 5k loop around campus. When it wasn’t nice out, I wouldn’t run. I would just go to the gym.
I mark St. Patrick’s Day as the official day I got my running start because after that point I considered myself “a runner”.
I didn’t run everyday.
I didn’t run fast.
I didn’t log my mileage.
I didn’t run when it was cold, windy or not perfect weather.
I had no desires to run with anyone or at a certain time…
I didn’t run anymore races until July.
But I ran…and when I did I enjoyed it.
Questions for you:
When did you get your (workout) start?
What are you up to this St. Patricks Day?
After a jam packed amazing weekend at Shamrock, I’m on my way back to NJ.