Sunday, February 24, 2008
Time to Confess
I want to post something new...but I also want everyone to know about the concert tonight at Com Church.
What a dilemma.
I have a secret to tell you.
I am a runner.
Did everyone just look up at the top to make sure they are reading the right blog?
I know it's crazy...but this is me...Heather Hendrick...and I just said that I'm a runner.
Quit looking around for flying pigs.
The person who vowed to hate running all of my days is now running three days a week.
Who am I?
Those of you who know me can all take your finger, reach up and manually lift your jaw back into the closed position.
My secret affair with running has been going on for about four months!
Friday, I ran the longest time (without walking) so far in my running career.
I ran 17 minutes without stopping.
I know that's laughable to some running super stars, but 17 minutes for me...incredible.
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The first time I ran was at the gym with Jenn. I got on the treadmill next to her and said, "I'm going to try and run for two minutes." I had a near death experience and saw my life flashing before my eyes.
I've gone from 2 minutes to 17 minutes...that's so exciting!
If you are like me, reading this post thinking, "Gross. Running makes me gag. I hate running," BELIEVE ME...there is hope for you!
If I can do this, ANYONE ON EARTH can do this.
I have no athletic ability or even any drive or motivation to better myself as a runner. Really! This happened naturally. I never pushed myself...because...for real...I'm just not that great of a person. I'm fine with being beat, and doing poorly in the area of exercise. In this one part of my life, it doesn't bother me at all to be a loser. I have not even one hint of self-will or desire to improve.
I went from hating running and making fun of people who did it, to...
Now craving to run. On the days when I'm not running, I'm sort of sad I don't get to run!
Who am I?
And, guess what! I don't ever have to go poo when I'm running.
Let's all clap!
Used to, just putting on tennis shoes made me have to poo.
Now, my bowels no longer try to jump out of my body when I run!
I could not be more proud.
I have no idea how far I'm running, which is sad.
I want to know!
But, I have only found one park where I can run and still see my kids the entire time. I love taking them with me and letting them ride their bikes. They even run short sections with me.
So...one day I'll figure out how far I'm running, but right now, I'm just loving the fact that I can call myself a RUNNER.
Years ago, the possibility of me becoming a runner seemed as unlikely as me becoming an African American male.
But it happened! I'm a runner.
Can you believe it?
I'm the girl who flunked the presidential athletic tests at school, could never do the 20 minute run, never did even ONE chin up...as a matter of fact, as soon as the coach blew the whistle, I fell and hit the dirt. Really. Every year. Have I mentioned how much I hated school? Then in high school, my greatest accomplishment was perfecting the walk-run. Really, I was so good, I could walk, moving my shoulders in a very dramatic way, making the coaches think I was running. I wanted to put that on my college applications.
Now I run...for real.
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I attribute my new found love of running to Jenn.
Did you know she ran a 1/2 marathon today?
Go tell her she's awesome!
Can you imagine running over 10 miles?
And, she only walked like 2 minutes of it.
She ran over 10 miles through nice neighborhoods in College Station.
That blows my mind.
I might could run 10 miles at 2 in the morning through the fifth ward in Houston.
Another thing that blows my mind is that I talked to her right after it was over and she sounded normal.
I think if someone called me after a half marathon, I would have sounded like I was talking on the phone while under the wheel of a UPS van or like that kid in the wheel chair on Malcolm in the Middle.
I'm SO PROUD of her.
And, I'm proud that for her, this really is a very spiritual thing.
That would not be true for me.
My only motivation for running a half marathon would be so I could walk up to everyone I saw for a month after the race and say, "In ya face."
"In ya face" would also be accompanied by my famous booty shake dance.
After the booty dance I would then start singing, "Can't Touch This" while I did the hammer.
Want to run?
If you do, I think there are some things that are very important...
1. You need RUNNING shoes. I have only found these at Academy.
2. You need MUSIC. I can't run without music. It helps me keep track of how long I've run, and actually pushes me to run a little longer than I naturally feel like running. I always think, "I can make it until the end of this song." Also...you need GOOD running music. Some of your favorite songs may be lame for running. (This is the part where Kirby, Lynsey, Ashley and Staci need to shush it.)
3. Once I started running longer times, I became VERY picky about my clothes. Now, I run/walk for over 40 minutes total. Most of that time I'm running, walking only for a couple minutes between each longer set of running. I get SO SWEATY...as in DISGUSTING sweaty. This means, there are certain types of clothes I like best. If my clothes feel too thick or too heavy...they get on my nerves.
I'm sure there are other great tips from other people who love running.
I would love to hear them.
But, like I said...
This post is for all of you who think you hate running and have no hope of ever liking it.
I prove that theory utterly, completely and thoroughly WRONG.
If I can like running, you should get up right now and jog around the block.
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