By: Brady Evans
This morning I spent three hours pounding the pavement around Lexington while completing an 18 mile run.
I know. I KNOW. I know.
I still can’t answer that question. I’m training for my third marathon and the reasons for which I keep embarking on this sickly sweet pain and pleasure experience are still nebulous.
I think runners keep a secret from non-runners. Okay. I keep a secret from non-runners. It’s weird. My non-running friends and family talk more about my running than I do. “This is Brady. She’s a runner.” “This is Brady. She runs marathons.” “My wife is amazing, she wakes up at 5 am and goes running in 30 degree weather, with a headlamp and a reflective vest, of course.” It is nice to hear people say these things, but I don’t speak up about the truth.
I don’t crave running. I don’t feel like my day is incomplete without my run. Running hurts me. After I drove home to my little farm out in Gilbert after my run this morning, I had to pick up my legs to get them out of the car. I am not super human. Running for three hours straight hurts. Bottom line.
I hate the first three miles. I will come up with nearly every excuse in the book to get myself to turn around during the first 30 minutes of my run. I make believe in my head that the twinge in my knee cap is really my IT band severing and the pinch in my lower back is the beginnings of a bulging disk.
Why do we runners keep these facts a secret? Maybe if we didn’t, more people would jump on the running bandwagon. They’d realize that their feeling that their body isn’t made for running is just a myth. Of course our bodies are made for running! It just hurts getting started.
I run because it gives me such a feeling of accomplishment. I run long because it is a rare feat. I run longer because one day, I might not be able to.
I’m not asking you to take up my sport. My very own husband, although he is proud of me, thinks to himself “what a waste of energy. Imagine putting that energy into yard work.”
What I’m asking you to do is take up the task that is difficult. Do the thing that you are not supposed to be able to do.
It is about setting yourself up for success. Do it!