In high school, I’d be semi active, but I was never one to be considered an athlete. My eye-hand coordination was practically nothing since I am blind in one eye, so I knew sports involving balls were going to be my thing. I didn’t push myself in anything else because I always saw someone who was better than me – Especially when it was my brother. He was the athlete in the family. He swam really well in high school. i did try it, but I gave up too easily, mostly because I could never get myself to go faster and didn’t see any point in trying. I was the quiet mouse who sat in her room listening to music and doodling away in her sketch book. That was my talent, but as I’ve gotten older things have changed for me.
I had it easy in my younger years. My metabolism was fantastic and I was already skinny, thanks to my genes. I didn’t think I would come to face the fact that it changes once you get older.
The freshman 15 pound gain was very true my first year in college, but I was able to maintain my weight fairly well with all the walking I did, but once I got married, that was when things changed dramatically for me. Midwestern food was definitely something my body wasn’t used to, and my mother-in-law was a fantastic cook. I was too polite to turn down food she prepared for me. Then having children made me pack on more pounds. What really made me wake up was the day I weighed myself and found myself staring at the scale showing a number I never thought I’d be – 162 lbs. It was upsetting, and it made me realize I needed to change the way I did things. I bought Jillian Michael’s “30 Day Shred” and intensively started working on that every day… It slowly came off. I changed the way I ate. It helped that I was the chef in my home and made my own meals. But now, two years later, I found an exercise that is like a drug for me – RUNNING.
I never thought I could do it, being the fact that I was never athletic. I tried cross country in college, but gave up when my knees started hurting. Looking back, it was an excuse. I know whats wrong with them as I have found that I have Runner’s knees and have to keep them evenly strengthened to keep them from hurting. I’m still learning on how to do that for myself.
Why did I get into running? To be honest, it was something I had always wanted to do.
If you were to go inside my head… this is what it would look like:
If you knew me, you would nod your head and say to yourself, “of course.” I’ve been a horse lover from a very young age, and the imagery of the noble horse running was always one that I loved. I would run around the school yard in my elementary age, imagining I was riding the Black as the young boy in the above picture. During long trips, I’d stare out the window imagining that a beautiful horse was running along side and I’d be riding it.
Its been a long time since then, and horses are still in my dreams. I still like to imagine running like one. One day, I got on the treadmill at the gym and started running. It took me a while to get myself in shape for it, but when I found myself running better and better every time, it was like my dream of running like a horse was getting closer.
Realistically speaking, I’ll never be able to run as fast as a horse, but to feel the air on my face as I run is close enough to it!
I’ve not been able to run since last Thursday and with having a sprained ankle, it has made me restless. It doesn’t help when I see shows on TV where people are exercising or hearing music I usually run to. This injury feels like a bit in my mouth and its not giving me my head. If you know anything about horses and riding them, you would know what I mean.
And that bit is going to have to be there until Friday…. If it heals by then. Yet, I know I’m going to have to try to have some self- control when I get back into running next week, since I know that if I just dash right back into it, the chances of me hurting myself again is pretty high. I do want to be able to complete my 5K this spring… So I better do it right in my training and listen to my doctor to let this injury heal like it should.
Until then… I’ll dream of my horses and running with them.