Why “pause my garmin”? I’m a runner. I started running off and on in 2002. I was 19 years old and while I’ve always been curvy, my metabolism seemed to take a nose dive and I needed to keep myself from ballooning.
But it wasn’t meant to be…just yet. I put on the freshman 15 and fell into a deep existential crisis, coupled with anxiety and depression. I suffered a traumatic event. I withdrew from the world. Then, a year and a half later, my brother’s first marriage ended and he moved back home.
I needed a change in my life. That year started off terribly – one of our dogs died. Weeks later, I started taking anti-depressants and by the time my brother moved back, they started kicking in. The fog was lifting. I was slowly emerging from my cocoon. He started waking me up at 5 am for 2-mile runs. He put me on a low carb diet. Needless to say, the shock to my system produced visible results within a week. I kept at it, increased my mileage to 3 per day and pretty much remained there for the next decade.
Over the years, between marriage and grad school and a quarter life crisis, my running plateaued. It became a chore. A demanding new job in 2010 left little time for running but I managed to squeeze one in now and then. I also took up yoga which was unlike anything I’d ever done before.
Fast forward a few years and I decide to start getting serious about running. I raced a 5-miler and a 15k in my early 20s but running a half marathon seemed crazy…well, only half crazy. 3 miles increased to 5 miles in the hot Southern summer. 5 miles increased to 7 and then to 10. I got my first running watch – not a Garmin. I invested in better shoes and running gear.
Around this time, I was also working on getting my mental health under control. I started on new medication, I was emerging from my shell and while I didn’t know it at the time, my confidence – an elusive quality for most of my life – was increasing. By the time 2016 rolled around, I was ready to take the plunge and sign up for a training program with my running club. The rest is history. Since then, I’ve run 1 marathon, 7 half marathons, several 5-15ks. I joined a gym. I’ve done cross-fit. I’ve resumed yoga after taking a several-year hiatus. I purchased my first road bike and and then upgraded. I began weight-training consistently.
2017 was a good year of races but the last few months have been tough as I’ve been nursing an injury: posterior tibial tendinitis. So I’m not running at the moment but I’m doing everything else along with my rehab routine. It’s frustrating, but I’m trying to remain positive and use this as an opportunity to become a better runner through cross-training.
So this blog will mostly be about running – or currently trying to get myself back to running. It’s my love, my passion. I’m not a fast runner by any stretch of the imagination. I’m a mere mortal, after all. But in a few months, I hope to be back out there, taking it step-by-step, so if you happen to see me flat on my face, please…pause my garmin.