The History Of How I Got Into Running
Really? You’re actually interested in this? Disclaimer: this is some boring crap, right here. I wrote It out of boredom. Certainly not because anyone was asking.
It started in grade school gym class, during the President’s Challenge tests. I won the endurance test by a long shot. From there, I was asked to join middle school track. Back then, the longest distance was the 1600m. I don’t remember much of my first year, but I do remember that in 8th grade I placed every time. The mile was my gateway drug.
High School CC
You mean people actually run longer than a mile?
The summer before freshmen year, my friend convinced me to join cross country. I had never even heard of it. I couldn’t comprehend a race that was 3x longer and off the track. I was eagerly accepted onto the team and after the first one or two races, I was put on varsity. With a team of no more than 8 boys, it wasn’t an amazing accomplishment, but I was proud. My best was somewhere around 19:15 and I averaged in the 20:00s. I stuck with cross country for three years and found myself too busy (read: lazy) to run my senior year. That’s more than I can say for high school track. I did one year and couldn’t handle running in circles anymore.
And that was it…
And that ended my career of running. Sure every once in a while I would go for a run in the summer. I started running more towards the end of college as a way to help lose weight, but that was it. Fast forward a few years later, out of college and working full-time. Some coworkers wanted to form a team representing one product line and compete against another product line team in a 5k. I “trained” for a few weeks leading up to the race and managed to finish in just under 30 minutes.
“You Get Me Off The Couch, and I’ll Push Your Distance”
At some point in time, my sister-in-law, Emily started to get into running and asked me to run with her. She had never ran more than a mile or so. We had an agreement, if she would motivate me to get off my butt and go running with her, I would help push her to go longer distances. Before long, were were running a routine 4 miles, several times a week. The next year we signed up for the Turkey Trot 10k. I had never done a 10k before. Unfortunately we arrived late and apparently the chip gate was turned off, so we didn’t get an official time. If i were to guess, I’d say it was about 1:05.
Lets Do a Half Marathon…Derr, Okay!
Winter came and went. With the weather warming up, Em and I started up again. At some point in the year Anthony, who had been dating my friend for a few years now, and I started talking about running. Turns out he was a runner and was attempting his first marathon that year. He convinced me (and I convinced Emily) to sign up for the Detroit Half Marathon. We followed the Hal Hidgon training schedule and 12 weeks later, we could call ourselves half-marathoners. You can read about that day here, because that’s where the history lesson ends, and where the blog begins.
To this day, Em and Anthony are still my core support team (and we still don’t have a team name). Training for that first half marathon has since kicked my interest of running into an incredibly high gear. I believe I love the sport more today than when I was on a school team. I read magazines, books and blogs about it. I befriended other runners online to share experiences with. I follow ultrarunners and elite runners on Twitter. I find myself at the local running store, talking shop with the workers. I annoy the crap out of my wife, when all I have to bring to the dinner table discussions is running related.
In short (ha!), running consumes a large part of my life….and I’m not even really good at it.