I was never really athletic. I played some team sports in my youth but was never that good. I liked the camaraderie of being on a team and playing with friends and just having fun with it. As I grew older I also grew away from participating in sports as I found it became pretty competitive and it seemed more about winning than having fun. Being ‘not the best’ on the team it made me feel uncomfortable and scrutinized so I stopped.
It was the end of team sports for me but about 3 years ago I started running. Very slowly at first, as I had always told myself that running was something I wasn’t capable of. I have asthma and as a child I was exempt from running in PE class with the rest of the kids. Then in my twenties I preferred smoking and partying over going to the gym. The most running I had done was to catch an elevator!
I worked at a fitness club as a receptionist for awhile and was encouraged by some members and co-workers to give running a try. A group from the club were going to be doing a 5km run and I accepted the challenge. I downloaded an app called Get Running which was super helpful. No looking back, only pressing forward, bit by bit, I improved and my endurance increased . I remember the first time I ran for 10 consecutive minutes. The nice woman with the accent on my app congratulated me and told me I “was a runner now”. I love that lady:)
So for a couple of years after that I was cruising along *pun intended* quite nicely until this happened:
That’s a broken ankle, folks.
I’d like to say that I broke it crossing the finish line of a grueling race or some other noble reason but it wasn’t. It was my own clumsy self tripping over a step and ending up in a heap in front of my boss and 2 other people at work. Yeah, that wasn’t embarrassing…
Anyway, my running obviously came to a screeching halt. The break happened then it was followed by 3 months of this:
At least I had Louis and the faces of the Euro Cup to keep me company.
I missed such a nice summer. Look at the sun streaming in!
That was almost a year ago now and I finally feel ready to take up running again. I’ll be starting the same way I did last time, taking it slow and steady. My goal is to take part in the Terry Fox Run in September. Most Canadians will know who Terry Fox is but for those who don’t, Terry Fox is a Canadian icon. He was a young athlete who had lost his leg to cancer and embarked on a “Marathon of Hope” to raise money and awareness for cancer research. My Mom was also bravely battling the disease at the time of this historic marathon and Terry Fox was both an inspiration and a hero to her. I’ll be running with her and Terry’s spirit with me.
I won’t be posting times or distances detailing my training as this race isn’t about the competition aspect. It’s about health and fitness. It’s about living. It’s about finishing.
I am welcome to any advice on preparing for this race, from any pros or racers out there, on staying injury free as I don’t want to hurt my ankle again.
I hope that this inspires you, no matter what your current activity level may be, to get up and get out there. Maybe even participate in the Terry Fox Run yourself. They are held all over Canada in September.
It truly does feel better when your body is in movement. Everything else seems to fall into place when you make fitness a commitment.