“I’m not a runner. I can barely make it a few blocks without having to stop and rest.”
“I don’t know how you do it. If I even run a mile, I want to DIE.”
I hear these statements from people almost weekly. My response? “Well, you gotta start somewhere.”
I didn’t wake up one day and decide to go run a marathon and voila! Piece of cake! No. I’ve been there, too. My first 10K training run, a friend and I went .75 miles then heaved and huffed and rested for a few minutes before completing the return trip home — at the end of which, we both wanted to pass out.
The key is, you gotta start and you gotta keep after it. Those first steps suck. Even now, as a seasoned runner training for my fifth marathon, the first mile out the door is pretty much always awful.
But it gets better. It gets easier. Give it a chance. — Mags