As I get older, I am noticing a change in what I enjoy. As my mom said to me when she first read my blog, “Is this the girl who hated English and now has started a blog centered around that?”. Even a comment from my husband centered around the idea of this not sounding like something I would say. I suppose that writing things down as they come into my head, is truly how I feel and for whatever reason I can express them better.
I have recently taken to running as well. Now, not that I run fast or am planning on doing any major marathon….. yet…… but as a teenager, the thought of running, for anything, just sent me into a downward hatred spiral. I know, I know, I played soccer as a child, and there is running in that, but playing defense seemed to be less running than those who played other positions. There were also many times while I was training for rowing, that a run had to be completed. Even now, I still remember the hatred I had, especially when you have a coach driving by yelling at you to speed up because you are running so slow. Hence the hatred built even more.
It wasn’t until I after I had my son, that running with him in the stroller was my only way to really get out and enjoy the summer days, since I had him to look after. Biking was an option, but we didn’t have the equipment, and he was too young to be in a trailer. So, my friend and I hit the trails. I could run maybe 100m, then had to walk since I was panting so hard. Crap… here comes that hatred feeling again. I persevered, with the encouragement of this friend, and built my running up to 10 minutes at a time. After about a year of this, and many times out running with different people, helping and encouraging me, I registered and completed my first 5K race. I didn’t finish first, nor did I finish last! I ran it, walked once for about a minute, and LOVED IT!
I have been running more and more, and training for my next race which is a quarter marathon. Only 10.55K for those of you who do not know this.
So, yes, I guess I have changed a little in what I now enjoy and as I get older, things do seems to get better. These just happen to be a couple of examples of things that were not liked in the past, but somehow, I have grown to love them.