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Never Looking Back

At what point do I become a "runner".

Maybe it was when I first started incorporating some running into my exercise routine.

Maybe it was when I finished my first 5K.

Maybe it was when I set up my "Runner's World" account.

It was probably, definitely around the time my workouts changed.

I use to salt and pepper some running into my exercise.  Now, everything I do is mindful to running.  Even with my cross-training, in the back of my head, I am thinking this will also make me a better runner. 

It was in that moment, I never wanted to look back.  

I woke up extra early this morning to sneak in a run.  As I was running, I wondered to myself--- wonder how long I can keep this up.  I wasn't referring to my pace or anything in the moment, just running in general.  I have ran in the past.  My PR for distance (Somewhere around 9 miles) was set right after Haley was born.  And eventually fell away from it for one reason or another.  But this time, I feel committed like I have never committed before.  In the moment, it doesn't always feel the best.  That moment, right before you break a sweat, is the worst for me.  Once I start sweating, let it pour.  But that moment, right before.,,yuck.  That's the moment I want to walk home and climb back in bed with a box of cupcakes.  But that moment when you finish, and the rush moves over every inch of your body.  I guess that is why they call it a runner's high.  Because it truly is a high.  I don't want to stop.

I hope I never look back.  I hope I can keep it up.  I don't know what the future holds, but I like how this new hobby is shaping my present.

I guess, like all things in life, you just have to take it all in stride--and see what happens.
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