I used to hate running. I wasn’t good at it.
It scared me. Feeling out of breath like my lungs might collapse wasn’t my idea of fun.
So I hired a running coach, Andrea Atkins, who taught me form, breathing & more importantly to believe in myself embracing this new running journey I was on.
I trained with my sister-in-law, Misty, a seasoned runner who I assumed loved every minute of running. One hot Tucson summer morning I was almost in tears saying ‘I hate this, I hate this.’ Misty, said “So do I”.
I thought I heard her wrong. I said “YOU” hate running??? She said “Yes, sometimes, many times; but I like the way I feel after.”
Then she said “Look ahead. See that cactus way up there? That’s what we are running towards.”
Then I did a half marathon. When I saw the finish line a half mile away I sprinted as fast as I could towards it.
Running is now my therapy. Moments of clarity come to me when I run.
This happens to be one of them: