Tomorrow is St. Patricks Day!
Since 2010 St. Patricks day has held a much more sentimental reason to me than drinking beer, wearing green and pots of gold. Although if you would like to send me a pot of gold that is fine too! Five years ago I ran a 5k in college that would change the path and direction of my life.
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When I was a college sophomore, 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. My roommate appreciated my hoarding I guess. I had plenty of short sleeve shirts but long sleeve shirts were something I was always looking for. All I had to do was 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 was lackluster. I failed the mile countless times in both middle and high school…or passed by a couple of seconds (passing was 12:30 and my mile PR was 12:12). 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 but I didn’t use running as cross training. 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. (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…). DadLOLZ had a marathon the next weekend and I didn’t want the embarrassment that his daughter couldn’t finish a 5k.
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. I did realize it wasn’t all that bad and ran occasionally when it was nice out. I ran 10-20 miles a week off and on 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 someone who didn’t hate running anymore. When you fail the mile test multiple times in grade school, it’s hard to like it.
I began to consider 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. Patrick’s Day?