You guys. ANYONE can run. I promise you! I started out trudging back in the spring of 2007, not knowing ANYTHING about *how* to run. I mean, I played soccer and ran track in high school and had the toothpick legs to prove it back then (Can we please have a moment of silence for my 1989 thighs that didn't rub together?), but my body is CERTAINLY NOT even remotely CLOSE to the same as it was back then.
So when I first began my running routine, I never let myself run less than 30 minutes. Even if it was a slow, painful limpity shuffle. I did NOT walk for those 30 (sometimes excruciating) minutes. And you know what? Each day it got easier. And soon enough (like by that summer, I mean. Not like, after the first week), the 30 minutes sometimes turned into 35. And then 40. And then 45. Which turned into a 10-mile race. Which led to a half-marathon. Completing that half-marathon was one of the biggest accomplishments of my life.
*I'd like to get in shape enough in 2010 to run another one.*
So I have been running again. Slowly, but steadily. 30 minutes here, 40 minutes there. Sometimes even 45 minutes straight. (I'm keeping track of my mileage on my right sidebar to hold myself accountable.)
Surprisingly, the urge to run becomes addicting. Sometimes I sit at work literally twitching, anxious to get home to change my clothes and get out there.
Just know though, I am by no means hard core. I am just like you. A woman with not enough hours in the day. A woman who struggles with her body weight and body image. Someone who isn't consistent. Someone who is easily lured away from exercising by bad reality TV and Oreos.
But when I completed that half-marathon? I felt STRONG. Not fat or frumpy. STRONG. It's a good feeling to have about your body. I'm itching to get that feeling back. Plus, running burns more calories than walking. (30 minutes of running is equivalent to about 50 minutes of walking.)
And if I can do it? So can you.