I was not born to run. In my teens and twenties, I was hard-pressed to jog unless required to. It wasn’t until my forties that I took it up seriously, when I observed two events within a few weeks of each other.
First I watched Music City marathoners cross a bridge overhead as I zipped down I-40. Then I caught the Biggest Loser finalists finish a marathon. For whatever reason, those two events stirred me to run.
It did not come naturally or easy – I had to build up to a quarter-mile, then a half mile, then a mile. One mile stretched into two and two became three, then four. My average is 3 and change. Longer distances in my future? Who knows?
Since I began running, I have injured myself three times. A nasty glute pull sidelined me for six weeks. Second was a calf pop that took two months to heal. Third was a ruptured “baker’s cyst” behind my knee five months ago. I’m really hoping that old superstition of bad things happening in threes applies.
I’m slowly easing my way back into running. It isn’t easy. I considered giving it up altogether. Well-meaning friends encouraged me to hang it up. But despite my late start and injuries, I’ve dug deep and found I love running. And now I have a new role model: Inez Ross.
According to this article, she is still running at 80 years old. Like me, she started in her 40s. She’s living proof that it’s never too late to find something that you like to do – and do it every chance you get.
Do you run? Or have another favorite activity? (Or are you searching for something you can love?) Leave a comment, please? Share what you do and why you love it!