A few years ago my life changed, I became a runner.
With my 30th birthday fast approaching, I had a realization that all the basic goals that I had set out to do in my twenties were accomplished. Attend school in the city. Find a job I loved. Have my art published. Show my work in a gallery and have my friends & family there. Travel & go on adventures often. Marry my soul mate. Buy & renovate an old house. All my goals were met except for one, to run a 5k.
A relatively small goal, I’ve hiked far longer than 3.1 miles so the mileage wasn’t the issue. Running seemed impossible, hard, boring, something that crazy obsessive people did. Despite this, I was drawn to the idea of running. I wanted to give it a try and form an opinion on it, an opinion that can only come from experiencing something for one’s self. I did my homework and signed up for a gait analysis at the local park district, bought a pair of shoes based upon my running style (and not my fashion style) and did the couch to 5k plan by myself. With a cheap stop watch from Target, help tracking distance from mapmyrun.com and good old fashioned pen & paper, I followed the plan every week and ran every mile exactly as written. At first I couldn’t run a block without feeling like I was going to collapse in a heap on the pavement. It was embarrassing but I knew I had to keep trying. Within a few months I ran my first 5k with a time around 33 minutes.
Now that “run a 5k” was checked off my list, I realized that the actual race didn’t matter. Just like with many good goals in life, it is almost always about the journey and not the destination. The journey leading up the race, but more importantly the journey that continued & still continues today.
For the last 3 years I’ve been running happily along, completing 2 trail half marathons, obstacle races, orienteering adventures & more. I never took more than a week off from running (usually not more than a few days) and nothing could stop me, and then came December. No it wasn’t the cold, snowy midwestern winter that stopped me in my tracks, it was something else. This past December, shortly after a 25k trail run, my knee started to hurt quite a bit. I learned that I have IT Band Syndrome, and over a month later I am still unable to run without pain.
Winter is a time when I love to run outdoors in the snow, and not being able to has me a little anxious. I decided to put some energy into creating this blog, to record my journey to running injury-free once again. When that happens, I’ll be running on cloud nine.
This blog is not just about running, it is about food, fitness and fun. I love reading food blogs, recipes and looking at food porn for hours. Cooking fresh, tasty, healthy homemade food is important to me. I tend to lean towards a vegetarian diet, but do eat meat a few times a week. My food philosophy is all about balance. While nutrient-rich, clean-eating style foods make up the bulk of my diet, I am no stranger to indulging in cheese curds & beer from Great Dane or chocolate cake from Portillo’s.
I also enjoy cycling in the warmer months, so you’ll also read about some of my cycling adventures.
In a nutshell, that is what this blog is all about. Running. Food. Cycling. Life.