IN APRIL, I swore that I would earn my first race medal before the year is up. I was pretty new to running then and had just begun training with Couch-to-5K.
Ha, ha, ha. HAHA. HA.
I know, right. DANG RIDICULOUS. Me? Race medal? OH PLEASE. I was new to the sport. I was CRAP at running. I was relying on a phone app for training. I should be so glad I didn’t pass out every morning. WHY ON EARTH would I join a public race? So I can embarrass myself in the presence of THOUSANDS of other runners? Am I shameless? I ain’t a REAL runner!
But if you know me well enough, you’ll also know that I HATE breaking promises.
Unfortunately, my whole life, I could barely run 100 metres without feeling like I was going to DROP DEAD. That was my fitness level. ZERO. A couch potato, ass nestled deep into that warm seat, stuffing moarrrr potatoes into my mouth.
Then came my lifestyle change. I lost weight mainly by forming new, good eating habits. Calories In versus Calories Out – it’s THAT simple. Sure, I brisk walked and took up ballet. Apart from that, I had NO active interest in bodily exercise. I couldn’t run to save my life. I didn’t NEED to run anyway. Why should I torture myself? I DESPISED RUNNING.
If a zombie apocalypse happens, I’LL TURN INTO A ZOMBIE.
BUT the Universe certainly has a wicked sense of humour. My life changed the day I felt the desire to begin running. I trained in the mornings before work. Day after day, week after week. My stamina improved. I could run without stopping. I could run further.
In the process of bettering myself, I FELL IN LOVE WITH RUNNING.
I bet the Universe watched me from a distance, chuckling gleefully and feeling dang clever for having pulled off this devious prank so flawlessly.
So I ran. 2K, 3K, 4K. Weeks later, I started running 5K daily. Then I challenged myself. 6K, 7K, 8K. Which then became 10K, 11K, 12K… 15K, 16K… 18K… and a eventually, half marathons. All on my own.
Thereeeee you have it, my short running history. For a while, I toyed with the idea of joining a race and DOING something for me. Despite the fact that I’d been running consistently, there was still a shyness – and FEAR – that stopped me from running in an official race.
One evening, I decided I will no longer let fear tell me what to do. I wanted to prove to myself that I AM capable of getting out there. As ironic as this sounds, I needed to EARN my confidence. I needed to show fear that I ain’t listening to its bullcrap any more.
SO I KICKED FEAR IN ITS ASS AND EARNED MY FIRST RACE MEDAL ON SUNDAY. *shrugs nonchalantly*
Like, over the weekend I ran my first race. See this? This small round metal plate hanging from a strap in signature kebaya… none other than the inaugural SIA Charity Run 2014, yo. I ran not just for me, but also for a good cause. NOW WHO KICKS ASS!
Run STRONG, run FREE, run HAPPY, and run with a CHARITABLE HEART.