I have come to the conclusion that running (or jogging) is my way of keeping sane. My way of sorting out the crap that messes up my head and filing it all neatly until the next time I run (jog) and do it all over again. I discovered running (jogging) about 7 years ago, when a very good friend and colleague, Jo, introduced me to it. She was (and still is, I believe) an avid fan of running and was able to teach me a lot about the techniques, benefits and of course, combatting the head games that go along with it. I spent the next five years, or so, making sure I ran (jogged) regularly. I then had an accident at work, where my desk chair broke, and one of the legs jabbed me in the coccyx. This was an injury that would haunt me (on and off) until even now. I then fell pregnant with Evie, and my running (jogging) became non-existent, for reasons including the coccyx injury.
After having Evie, I found that I didn’t really get the time, or put the time into, getting my running (jogging) fitness back. At the risk of sharing ‘too much information’ I have also never found my pelvic floor to be the same since being pregnant with, and giving birth to Evie (DO YOUR PELVIC FLOOR EXERCISES LADIES!!).
So, on Sunday I was able to run (jog) the 8km Mother’s Day Fun Run with the confidence and fitness that I have been working towards for the past three months. I have been slowly building up my running (jogging) sessions on the treadmill and outdoors to ensure that I was ready for the Fun Run.
It was an amazing experience, to be able to push through the hard moments, in the freezing, pouring rain, amongst 40,000 others, who were also walking and running for the same reasons. At one point, I was using every ounce of energy I had to pull myself up a hill, for the second, and last, time, and I looked up to see a mass of people doing exactly the same thing – it was a sea of pink, wet runners. It was enough to keep me going. I finished in 47 minutes – I am happy with this, as I was happy to do it under an hour!
I didn’t realise that I would read so many messages pinned onto people’s backs, dedicating their runs to their mums, or sisters or aunties, who had obviously lost their battles to breast cancer. I actually got to a point where I couldn’t read these messages any more as it was affecting my breathing – which I obviously needed to run the 8kms. Even writing about it now chokes me up.
I would like to formally thank the people that sponsored me to complete the run. Husband and I raised $150 to go towards research into the causes of breast cancer. We are really grateful for your input and support.
I also want to keep running (jogging) on a regular basis. As Beth says in the film, ‘The Lucky One‘, “I run because it’s cheaper than therapy” – I love it! And as a good friend Liz said a few days ago, “I wish I was a runner, because everyone I know who runs, always comes back so happy!” – This is so true!
Do you run? Why do you run? If not, what are your thoughts on running? or runners?
Love 15.05.2012 #photoadaymay