The almost-5k

12:22 PM Marcie Parson 4 Comments

My grandpa is a runner, my dad is a runner, and according to my dad, I was supposed to be the runner in our family -- emphasis on "supposed to."

I have never really understood why he picked me, since I've never been one to enjoy running. When I moved to Utah in the middle of high school and had ruled joining the dance team as suicide, I entertained the whole running idea in hopes of finding a place at my new school. I went to one day of track conditioning and never went back again. Actually, I don't think I made it through the full practice.

Maybe it was because of my dad's wish, or maybe it was because I was a cheapo who didn't want to buy a gym pass, but for some reason, every few months I'd head out the door and go on a run. It would always end badly. Bad enough to make me wait half a year to try it again. I even passed out once. Yep. Embarrassing.

I guess not having a job for 3 months will make you go crazy because after we got married, for the first time in my life, I kept running -- regularly. It was miserable. There was nothing enjoyable about it. I was slow. I got side aches. I felt like my heart was going to stop. Surely this could not be natural.

Some wonderful girls from church convinced me to do the Color Fun Fest 5k in Phoenix. Surprisingly, I loved it. It was a blast, and I loved every minute of it. No misery, no side aches, no heart failure. I was SO glad these girls convinced me to do this run.

I got to the end of the race and was blown away by how easy it seemed and how fast I had run, so naturally I was very proud of what I had accomplished. And then, right there at the finish line, right when I was celebrating my big achievement, I found out the race was only 2.5 miles. No wonder it seemed so easy! No wonder my time was so fast! It wasn't even a 5k!

A very surprised Craig met me at the finish line (I forgot to mention that the 5k was a color run, and he didn't recognize me covered in chalk--oops). And when I told him I had just found out it was only 2.5 miles, he promised to run 5k with me the next week so I could prove to myself I could do it. And then he pushed me to run even farther. He's a real gem, you guys.

So running still hurts, I'm still slow, and I probably can't run as far as you can, but at least I can say I'm keeping my New Years resolution of running regularly! I might become a runner after all, Dad!