I Want to Be a Runner (May 2, 2016)
A few weeks ago during a regular Sunday chat for #10MinuteNovelists (an international bunch of time crunched writers) someone mentioned that she’d recently taken up running. In response, I made the following response:
“I’ve always wanted to be a runner.”
It wasn’t until the next day as I was mulling over the chat, as I sometimes do, that I realized what I’d said.
I’ve always wanted to be a runner. Since when have I ever not done something I wanted to do?
Okay, so I still don’t know Spanish and I’ve always wanted to speak Spanish. But otherwise, the list is basically empty.
I wanted to get married. So I did. It’s been almost seventeen years of wedded bliss. –Yes, we’re one of those couples who are still on our honeymoon.
I wanted to have children. So I did. I’ve got a litter of them.
I wanted to go to college. (‘Your mom goes to college.’) So I did. I am working on my third degree as we speak…only fourteen days left of this break before the second year starts.
I wanted to own my own home. The house we live in now makes the third one we’ve owned.
I wanted to write and publish a book. So I did. Soaring Alone is available in paperback and e-book versions on Amazon.
I wanted to show God that I would follow Him where He led me. So I did. It’s how we ended up in the last frontier. You know where the majority of the year the air hurts our face.
You get the idea; I don’t tend to back down from challenges. So why was it that I’ve always wanted to be a runner without actually running?
When I realized that I was making the conscious choice to remain lying around on the couch during my free time instead of getting up and getting moving, I decided to do just that.
I got up.
I reminded myself that even if I didn’t run every day forever after, that getting up that day would mean I was a runner that day.
And that day was better than no day.
I got dressed in running clothes.
I put on running shoes.
I snapped the leash onto my sweet dog.
And we went for a run.
I’m the first one to admit that we don’t run fast. Omar would like to run fast (sometimes) but I hold her back. I’m more of the mindset that slow miles are better than no miles.
It was a week and a half after that first run before we headed out the door again. But I think we’re about to hit our groove. We’ve run every day for four days. And three of those days also included a six mile bike ride.
There have been a couple of days where I had to make the conscious choice to get off the couch and out the door. Apparently being a runner isn’t easy. I’m certain there will be days in the future where I will have to make the choice to get out the door.
But I’m doing it.
And each day that I do, I think of other things that I’ve always wanted to do.
Like work on craft projects.
Or continue writing my second novel.
And make healthier eating choices.
Many times I have to make that conscious effort to spend an hour on the project or go to my writing studio to write. And there is always that dilemma of choosing between a family size bag of tortilla chips and a yogurt.
Each time I make the choice to do the things I set out to do, I am reminded that I’m choosing a better, happier life one decision at a time.
I may never run a marathon or run really fast.
I am a runner though.
My books may not become international bestsellers.
I am a writer though.
What have you always wanted to be? And what’s stopping you?