Honestly, I hated running when I was young.
The part of gym class where we had to run the mile – it was never a favorite part. And one mile seemed such a long way. The best I could muster was in the eight to nine minute range.
My lack of running chops in high school no doubt helped eliminate me from consideration for the ROTC scholarships I coveted.
So when a neighbor offered me a number for Atlanta’s famous Peachtree Road Race 10k – I thought for
A few days and then accepted it.
I was in good shape, but running was like a last ditch athletic activity for me that I took when I didn’t have access to a gym.
My first race out I ran a 54:06 10k. Not record setting but I beat the one hour goal I had set.
And everything I had believed before flipped. The crowd, the energy, the other runners and the competition had inspired me.
Thoughts of other races entered my head – and before long I was training. A month later I ran a total of seventy miles.
Sometimes your perceptions and beliefs change exercise change. You just have to be open to the experience and ride the wave.