… but when is it that someone who runs becomes a “runner?” Because I am not a runner … but I run. And I enjoy it.
I’ve been on a mission to start living healthier and so far, I’m succeeding. I’ve also set a weight loss target that is the upper edge of the range in which I’d like to be, and I’m 40% there. It’s a pretty awesome feeling!
Of course the living healthier part is the most important part, and that’s a forever goal. For me, living healthier means exercise. Going. Moving. I so desperately needed to start moving, and since the middle of February, I’ve spent 29.5 hours doing so. A few of those hours have been spent running on weekends … and some random weeknights when I have a chance. And I’m beginning to like it so much again that I’m thinking about how to make running work more regularly during the week. I’ve done several outdoor runs over the past couple of months, and while some have been more difficult than others, all in all they’ve been lots of fun!
- 3/8 – 2.9 miles (pace: 13:06)
- 3/10 – 1.5 miles (pace: 18:37 … pushing 50 lbs. of boy + stroller + hills … long, steep hills)
- 3/15 – 3.7 miles (pace: 16:08 with boy + stroller + hills)
- 3/22 – 3.9 miles (pace: 13:03)
- 4/5 – 1.8 miles (pace: 12:13)
- 4/6 – 3.0 miles (pace: 14:23 with boy + stroller + hills)
- 4/12 – 2.8 miles (pace: 15:12 with boy + stroller + hills)
- 4/14 – 3.5 miles (pace: 12:45)
- 4/19 – 4.3 miles (pace: 11:58)
- 4/20 – 3.2 miles (pace: 11:48)
I recognize that those are not great distances nor times, by any means, but not bad for a start from just about nothing in the past couple of years, huh?
So I ask, when does someone who runs become a runner? Because I feel like I’m making my way there. Slowly but surely. And with a big smile on my face.