This must be a week of confessions! Yesterday I confessed my beauty and fashion “sins” and today, it’s time to confess the real me when it comes to health shall we?
If you’ve been following my Health & Lifestyle posts, you might think I’m some health nut, who is absolutely addicted to exercising (or maybe not?), especially if you’ve also been following me on my Instagram account, where I share snaps of my running attempts and goals. Truth is, I have never been someone who was athletic. At. All.
In high school I would almost always be the last one picked or even the last one to volunteer in a team sport. I would try to avoid any form of exercise, for the fear of the balls hitting my face. I guess the apple really doesn’t fall too far away from the tree, considering Miss 13 is exactly like me. I would be the girl who would use her monthly menstrual cycle as an excuse to get out of physical education each time. It also helped that I usually had male phys ed teachers so really, he couldn’t say no right? 😉 Lame move I know.
The only thing I did enjoy but refused to acknowledge was running. I loved running. It was my little secret. I would groan each time we have to do our physical fitness test of long distance running, but inside, it was pure joy. Having confessed that bit, I have to admit that I did avoid having to run whenever there were spectators. I always declined any requests to support my house team on sports days because I hated being watched while I run and it wasn’t because I was afraid I might come in last. That didn’t matter. It was the fact that I had a bust size that shall we say was… sizeable compared to the other girls and boy did my male classmates NOT let me forget that. Each time we had to warm up by running, there would be endless teasing from some of the boys in my class making bouncing sounds as I ran and I even had the term “Burger Queen” coined to my name. Brilliant. Not. Imagine having to go through that at 13 and 14. Never mind that it soon died down as I got older, the damage had already been done. I did not want to run. The only time I did participate was during the cross country races because there wasn’t anyone watching you each step of the way. I felt free and I did pretty well too.
It wasn’t until one or two years ago that I started running again and honestly it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. I had to ease into it slowly. The gorgeous weather and views also helped of course! I realised I loved the adrenaline after my run and even when I was on holidays I still tried to sneak in some running time. It just felt so freeing. Then earlier this year, I started setting goals for myself. First it was to hit an average running pace, now it’s to train myself not to stop and pace myself, next it will be to increase the distance. Baby steps.
What I didn’t realise was that my Instagram snaps was somehow inspiring someone I knew to start running too. While my friend “Geek” (not her real name of course!) confessed that she doesn’t necessarily run but telling me that I inspired her to get out there and just do it? That really touched my heart. When I started running, it was to inspire myself. It was to push myself to take better care of my body, to love it, to appreciate the strength it can bring me. Little did I know, those little snaps actually helped someone else too! Now THAT felt even better. So if you’re reading this, and you’re saying “I just can’t seem to get myself to do it”. Here are some tips for you:
Do you run? Do you wish you could run? Tell me, what do you love about running or what’s stopping you from starting?