2 years ago, I decided to start running.

January 26th, 2012 on - 

2.63km / 30 minutes / 18:21 pace

“First day of c25k and it went alright. I’m not going to give up this time.”

I started running while studying abroad because I wanted to run The Color Run with some friends when I returned to the states. I had hit a weight-loss plateau and I needed some variety to my workouts. I never would have believed you if you told me I would become addicted. 

For months, I was slower than turtles going through peanut butter. I couldn’t maintain an average pace, and had to keep walking. I pretty much hated every second of it, but I stuck to it, and eventually I started to see progress in my time and distance. 

I ran mostly walked my first 5k on May 28th, 2012. 

I again mostly walked The Color Run on July 15th, 2012 (The race and reason I decided to start running). 

A few races later… and I finally ran an entire 5k during the Monster Dash on October 27th, 2012. It wasn’t until this race that I finally started to really enjoy running. It took 9 months of sticking to it before I felt that it was all worth it. 

2012 ended with 7 races under my belt and almost 200 miles. 2013 started with the most frigid race ever on New Year’s Day. The Polar Dash began with a temp of -7 degrees. Needless to say, my legs didn’t know how to function by this point. 

Then I ran my first 10k on April 20th, 2013 and it was brutally hard because it was also my first trail race. And it was freezing because I still lived in Minnesota. 

Before I knew it (literally), I decided to run my first half marathon roughly 6 weeks earlier than planned. Boston happened and all I wanted to do was run. All I could think of during my 8 and 10 mile training runs, was that I was doing this for them. On May 5th, 2013… I became a half marathoner. 

And then I did it again at The Rock ‘n’ Sole half marathon in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. This race was supposed to be my first half, but clearly when I get an idea in my head, I stick to it. Just do it, I suppose. 

June 15th, 2013.

Two days later, I started training for my first FULL marathon. 18 weeks of crazy insane miles, lots of sweating (especially since I was training during prime summertime), and a TON of eating.

Training for a marathon is a good idea because then you can eat all the pizza you want and not gain weight <– My motto. October 20th, 2013 was a brutal day. It was by far the most challenging thing I have ever done, but yet I want to do it again.

My last BIG race of 2013 was the RnR Las Vegas half marathon with Team Challenge. I raised over $3,300 for those suffering with Crohn’s and Colitis and I met some amazing people. This experience and race were both life-changing. 

So there you have it. 2 years, 23 races, and 1004 miles later and you have a pretty large glimpse into my past two years of falling in love with running. Sure, there are days that I hate it, but then there are those moments when you’re just “one” with the run. Your feet hit the pavement, your breathing is on key, and your heart pumps with every step. I haven’t been running much lately, but I will get back to it. I have lots of big things planned for 2014 and I can’t wait to get registered for some races and start training again.