Hello Bloggies!
As I've mentioned a bit here and there, I've been over at Spark People. A lot. I've been blogging more regularly over there, focusing on my weight loss and health journey. I wanted to share this one I wrote on SP with ya'll. I wrote it for my "Sparklers" as I call them; the amazing network of support on SP. It's a story close to my heart and it only happened a few weeks ago.
--Krista
Originally titled "I did the IMPOSSIBLE, and I have YOU to thank for it!"
Yep. You. The person reading my blog, and maybe even commenting on it. I did the impossible, thanks to you. You rock!
Let me explain.
Ever since I was a child I loved to run. In first grade I won the "Olympics" competing against all other first graders in running a mile. I won! Me! Krista. I was a shy child at times, especially at school, but when it came to that day, I gave it my all and I won. I remember feeling a pride like none other.
I loved to run.
In middle school I began to understand that my body was more than just something to let me run and play. People actually LOOKED at it and judged it GOOD or BAD! What? That was weird.
I distinctly remember looking down at my bare legs one summer day, baffled that some people had "nice legs" and others didn't. To me, my legs just looked like -- well -- legs!
But my self-consciousness began sometime soon after.
As puberty got closer and my body got awkward, I became more and more interested in what was perceived as "good looking" and what was not. And determined I was in the "not" category.
Not a healthy way for a 7th grader to be feeling! But, all too common unfortunately.
In high school I was maybe 10 lbs overweight but still healthy and strong. But that didn't matter to me. What mattered was I wouldn't go out in public in shorts because my legs didn't look like those models on the magazines. My stomach didn't look flat enough. I wasn't good enough for shorts, let alone a swimsuit. I compared myself to everyone around me.
I missed out on a lot of fun. I was self-conscious.
At this point in time, I began running again, only this time it wasn't for fun. It wasn't for stress relief. It was to mold myself into something "better".
I lived near a large park and would run everyday after school, hoping I wouldn't see anyone I knew. I ran. And ran.
And ignored the pain.
Even when the pain got worse, I ran.
In my junior year, I was standing in class and suddenly found myself on the floor, my knee having given out on me. It was excrutiating pain. It was was also embarrassing and defeating.
I could no longer run. I'd injured my knee. Even with physical therapy, I'd never be the same.
Or so I thought.
Fast forward through my 20s. I'd attempted to run again here and there, this time to be healthy but also because I remembered that once upon a time, I'd actually enjoyed this!
Unfortunately, I re-injured my knee and was officially diagnosed with Patella Femoral Syndrome. Excruitiating pain. I'd trained too hard and too fast.
I dreamt of the day when I could run a half-marathon. People who have done that are heroes to me. They did the impossible. Amazing.
But I could never do that. I could barely walk without pain.
Fast forward to three months ago. Three months ago I joined Spark People. I also began to believe in myself again, that I could run. I learned all I could (ice, go slowly, don't over do it, listen to your body, etc) and began to jog at the gym.
The first time I ran for 2 minutes at the gym I almost cried. I was on my way. 2 minutes was longer than I'd run in YEARS. And yet, here I was. Doing it! Pain free!
Slowly, but surely.
Fast forward to last night. I'd been ever so slowly increasing my time and distance over these few months and had gotten up to running 10 minutes without stopping.
Last night I decided to go for it.
Run a whole mile without stopping. Could I really do it?
I thought back to first grade. That was MY mile. This could be MY mile. Here and now. I could do it.
I started running and was feeling great. I passed the 1/2 mile marker. Then the doubts set it. "I can't do this! I haven't run a whole mile in YEARS! I'm going to fail! I'm going to give up! I'm going to hurt myself. I can't do this!" raged in my thoughts.
I was fighting a mental war in my head.
Here's the part where you guys came in.
I imagined writing the title of this blog. What would I say? "I ran a MILE guys!" or "I did the impossible!". Obviously, I finally settled on the latter.
Knowing I had you all to cheer me on, even though at the time you had no idea what I was doing, literally switched that self-doubt to the OFF position. All of a sudden, I was STRONG. I kept going. I felt great.
I did, what I had feared was, the IMPOSSIBLE.
And before I knew it, I'D RUN A MILE!
That mile represents so much to me. The mile has always been the first hurdle in long distance running. The mile proved to me that I CAN do this. I CAN reclaim the joy and the strength I had received from running. It was very symbolic to me. It was a mental wall that I broke through.
It also made me believe in myself that much more. I believe I will lose as much weight as I need to in order to be healthy. Like my running, I will go slowly, I will listen to my body, and I won't overdo it. And like running, I will succeed!
Last night, I made that shy little first grader proud.
And I wanted to say thank you for that.
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