You ask a simple question, I write you a novel.

Thanks anon….


STORY TIME!
Once upon a time I HATED running… that was from birth until summer of 2009… During middle school, high school, and freshmen year I hated running- I mean I was a 3 sport athlete but I HATED RUNNING. The most I would run would be like what a mile… it’s different running when you are playing basketball or running on the soccer field… outside of it I didn’t “train” I would run like 2 miles TOPS preseasons and mainly just was in shape because I never stopped playing a sport from age 5 to 19…
The start of the hate
My ultimate I hate sports and my body came mid way through my freshmen year of college. I was playing d3 soccer and during a monthly meeting with my coach she told me if I wanted to start the following year again I would need to lose AT LEAST 20 pounds. She and our asst coach then preceded to put me on a “nutrition plan” and on top of our 2 a day work outs I was “suggested” to run.
So here I was a freshmen at college being told I’m fat and not good enough. On top of it I had insane pressure academically because I was at an almost ivy school- we are extremely well known for engineering here, anyway I was lost as a person and feeling pressure from everywhere. I was hanging out with the wrong crowd (that sounds dumb but I really was) and I hated myself.
So while I was MADE to run after my practices I began to HATE running even more. On top of it I found out once I got home from school that I had mono that whole spring semester when I was battling this ish.
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Next steps
After coming home that spring semester I decided to join weight watchers. I don’t even think I was working out at this point yet. I would probably go to the gym every other day and do just elliptical or bike. Then something clicked. If I went to the gym more I would speed up the weight loss! Hazzaaaah! So I started going to the gym more and was only on the elliptical. Then one day I remembered how I used to have to run for soccer and that if I wanted to play soccer at the school I was transferring to in the fall I would have to get my ass in shape. So I started running… like for 20 minutes.. NOT EVEN. So it would go like this- run for 20 minutes, ellpitcal for the rest of the time I wanted.
Then I was playing on outdoor soccer teams still and softball teams, so I was getting in better shape from that. Then I started to push myself. I noticed “oh hey I can run for 20 minutes and I’m almost at 3 miles… so I would then run to 3 miles (not caring how much longer that took me). Then I said if I can run for 20 minutes I’m sure as fudge I can run for 30 minutes.
Next I started running for 45 minutes, whenever I got tired I would just walk until I felt like I should run again… (this was all on the treadmill fyi). Next thing I knew I was running for a solid 45 minutes every other day.
Then I started realizing oh hey I’m running like 5 miles at least! So I started tracking my miles weekly, I didn’t plan a run- I would just run then write it on a sticky note in my car. So every time before I walked into the gym I’d glance over it- this sparked a desire in me. Everytime I went to the gym I wanted to run, because well I wanted to run more miles. It wasn’t about time and it wasn’t about huge weekly numbers. I was running about 30 miles a week. There was no long run- it was all split up evenly.
As my running increased each week I saw myself going on the elliptical less and less, and when I did I didnt feel the same accomplishments that I felt on the treadmill.
Then I started to take my runs outside. Nothing crazy, and I didn’t have any fancy shmancy watch, so I would bring a normal digital watch and just run for X amount of minutes. If it was a 30 minute run day I ran 15 minutes out and 15 minutes back, but typically when I got back at 30 I kept running until 45…. then this switched from 45 to 60…
And then I started a blog. That is a link to a post in august 2010, as noted by the August Goals, I wasn’t concerned on a certain number per run, it was more of a weekly thing. More concerned about my weight.
Blogging influence
However, through blogging I started realizing an importance on running and individual distance goals… and seeing that time “mattered”.
I almost regret this- it changed me. I became obsessed with numbers- EVERYWHERE. Weight, jeans, runs, weekly miles, time. Every number mattered and everything mattered.
I wish I had my who cares attitude still at this point…

Mila you are so smart…
I know I kind of went on a rant here- but this is really my running story.
Through blogging influences I got the idea of a half marathon and marathon in my head. I had never ran more than 7 miles but I was so jonesing for it. I thought “I could never” for the first billion months of my running… then I remember a specific day (oct 25th) when I ran the longest run of my life ever.
I just did it mid run. From that day forward I knew I could run long distances. The next time I ran 10 miles was on thanksgiving. Then I started training for a MARATHON (after a relative told me I was already more prepared for half). From that week forward everything became very scheduled.
Run x this week with a long run of x.
Increased every week. RARELY missing a run. Only focused on running.
Thus the start of my demise, I believe. I got hooked in a good way and a bad way.
I loved training, and hitting new distance goals and what not.
Then I got obsessed with speed and time because I saw that I was on the speedier side. My weight gain started (eating too little- running too much) and then my obsessive weight ness / binge-nesss started. And I would call this the start to the fall.
Running has been a pressure after that, not fun. Blogging became a pressure. I had to fulfill these expectations that I only set for myself but I thought I OWED to people reading my blog. As for weight as well, I thought I NEEEEEEDED to be small again.
I don’t blame blogs- I just do believe I took things a little too extreme.
Fast forward, I pulled my hamstring, started drinking again (that sounds like I’m an alcoholic but Ihad stopped for 2 years yes even though it was illegal, but I CHOSE not to drink). Then I started running less- still obsessed with food and weight, chose to do SIM which is LIKE crossfit but kind of different, I loved it- still was running on top of that though - enter obsessive working out and “eating right” meaning I wasn’t again.
However I was seeing results- but then came the accident. Then I realized there are more important things in life than weight and working out. Yes I have been kind of mopey and sad since the accident but I think that’s a given considering how shitty things had gotten and how the one thing I’ve known my whole life was taken away (sports).
So I tried to run during it- didn’t really help my head any. Tried to train for the disney marathon (i had signed up pre accident), lowered it to a half by dr’s reccomendation, then got hit again and had to nix it completely.
And from that point on (4 weeks ago) I haven’t ran since.
I am jealous, sad, nervous, and a bunch of other emotions.
It’s not like I CANT run right now, my heads been feeling a lot better and the head aches are coming pretty much every 2 days or so, so not often anymore. But I’m afraid. I don’t know if I WANT to run right now? I don’t know.
I know one thing, I want to lose some weight and get back to being completely health mentally. I don’t want to sign up for a race and I don’t want to compete with you (even though none of u know I mentally do that- I can’t help it I am a competitive person).
I know that when I do start running again- it will be because I woke up one morning and wanted to run that day, not because i felt like I HAD to run. I know that I won’t be as fast or in shape and that’s why I plan on running out of a general time- not a mile distance or set time.
Sorry I just wrote a novel- I just got going and couldn’t stop.
** ps i just tried to add a read more line twice and it didn’t work… soooo
