All of the posts published prior to this were written primarily from copy/paste from the C25K forum. I have decided that I want a more consolidated place to capture my memories, especially as they relate to my running/training and all the other craziness that my midlife crisis has brought me.
Is it a midlife crisis? Who knows? I'm not sure I even know what a midlife crisis is. A definition I found on Wikipedia is, "According to psychologist and writer Oliver Robinson, a life crisis is defined as something that disrupts a person's mental and emotional health, alters the course of their lives and affects them for a year or longer." The Google dictionary says it is "an emotional crisis of identity and self-confidence that can occur in early middle age."
I think I like the Wikipedia version more because it goes on to say that it alters the course of a person's life. That's definitely the case for me.
Two and a half years ago I got the crazy idea to try to run a 5K. I started with a very difficult mile and then did intervals on the treadmill until I could run, very slowly, 3.1 miles on the treadmill. And then I took it outside and found out how much harder that was!
But I was already hooked. The runner's high is real, but I've really only experienced it a handful of times. That isn't where the addiction is formed. I became addicted to the sense of accomplishment and wonder at what my body was capable of doing. I could easily look back to all of the years wasted and how I could have been running all these years, but for some reason that just isn't a consideration. What matters is that I'm running now. I remember trying to take up running in high school with a neighbor friend, Jessica Rubenstein. We ran around the block and then went home huffing and puffing and never tried again, at least not together. I did try again a few other times, but I always gave up. Even in 2007 I tried to do the couch to 5K program to run a 5K, but I never got through week 5 with the 20 minute continuous run. I just couldn't do it. Or at least, my mind had me convinced I couldn't do it. I don't know what changed to make me decide I could do it in 2012, but a fire was lit when I ran continuously for one mile on March 9 on the treadmill in my basement. I huffed and puffed and whined and cried for 12 minutes, but I did it. And I felt fantastic afterwards!
I started posting to C25K because I felt like I had to share all that awesome feeling with others or I would burst. And so I did. But now I think I'm going to start doing that here and share them when I feel like it. So if anybody is reading out there, I hope you find the journey interesting.
Is it a midlife crisis? Who knows? I'm not sure I even know what a midlife crisis is. A definition I found on Wikipedia is, "According to psychologist and writer Oliver Robinson, a life crisis is defined as something that disrupts a person's mental and emotional health, alters the course of their lives and affects them for a year or longer." The Google dictionary says it is "an emotional crisis of identity and self-confidence that can occur in early middle age."
I think I like the Wikipedia version more because it goes on to say that it alters the course of a person's life. That's definitely the case for me.
Two and a half years ago I got the crazy idea to try to run a 5K. I started with a very difficult mile and then did intervals on the treadmill until I could run, very slowly, 3.1 miles on the treadmill. And then I took it outside and found out how much harder that was!
But I was already hooked. The runner's high is real, but I've really only experienced it a handful of times. That isn't where the addiction is formed. I became addicted to the sense of accomplishment and wonder at what my body was capable of doing. I could easily look back to all of the years wasted and how I could have been running all these years, but for some reason that just isn't a consideration. What matters is that I'm running now. I remember trying to take up running in high school with a neighbor friend, Jessica Rubenstein. We ran around the block and then went home huffing and puffing and never tried again, at least not together. I did try again a few other times, but I always gave up. Even in 2007 I tried to do the couch to 5K program to run a 5K, but I never got through week 5 with the 20 minute continuous run. I just couldn't do it. Or at least, my mind had me convinced I couldn't do it. I don't know what changed to make me decide I could do it in 2012, but a fire was lit when I ran continuously for one mile on March 9 on the treadmill in my basement. I huffed and puffed and whined and cried for 12 minutes, but I did it. And I felt fantastic afterwards!
I started posting to C25K because I felt like I had to share all that awesome feeling with others or I would burst. And so I did. But now I think I'm going to start doing that here and share them when I feel like it. So if anybody is reading out there, I hope you find the journey interesting.
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