I am a runner
I have finally convinced myself—changed my self-perception—that I am runner. When ever I made a big life change, it occurred with a perception shift. I am convinced a big change won’t happen without a corresponding perception shift.
I remember when I quit smoking. It was midnight, I had one cigarette left and when I finished it, I said to myself “I am non-smoker” and I haven’t had one since. Don’t get me wrong, quitting was hard and some 20 years later, I still, rarely, long for a smoke. But what got me through those first few days was that smoking was no longer something I did.
I have tried to run many times in the past. I invariably got to some point and then stopped. I’d miss a day. Then two, then a week. Eventually I stop. I wanted to run, but I hadn’t made the mental shift to being a runner. It was work. It was a drudge. I could run, I just didn’t want to. Eventually I got tired of pushing myself out the door.
Last week while in Las Vegas, I woke up at 4:30 AM, looked at my computer and thought about getting some coffee and doing some work. Then I looked at my running shoes. I put ‘em on and went for a run and it felt great.The street was quiet, the air was a crisp 60 degrees. The air smelled flinty and dry.
I miss running now. I only go 3 days a week, two days at my own pace and one day with my wife. I am running intervals working up to a 5K at some point and I am making good progress toward that goal, but frankly I am more concerned about getting out and running than hitting an arbitrary distance.
Last time I ran with my wife, we finished of our intervals with 30 seconds of flat-out running. It felt great—what I expect running to feel like.
Yeah, I think I am there.