Recently I hit my 100th mile since I began running. It was exactly one month since I started. In the beginning, running was something to endure. My legs burned and my ankles felt like they were made of brittle glass. The bones in my feet seemed ready to crumble. I kept going, awkwardly, but still going. I focussed everything on keeping my feet moving.
A month and a half later, my runs have become a joy. My short legs, which have always been my least favorite body part, I have learned to adore. They continue to carry me forward, unfailing. I’ve learned to appreciate how strong I can be. I’ve also had to accept my limitations.
I figured out early on that running and dieting don’t mix. Since I started running, my weight has stayed in the 150 area. I’m losing inches instead of pounds. I’m still trying to avoid sugar, sweeteners and processed grains but I am allowing myself treats now and eating normally. I still have my 310 Nutrition Shake every morning, and sometimes for dinner or lunch.
My focus has changed from what the scale says to what my body says. I am aiming for speed now, better endurance and more distance. In the beginning, I averaged over 14 minutes a mile. Today, my speed bounces around 11 minutes a mile. I can be faster.