One Mile Friday.

So, do you remember when you were in 6th grade and every stinking Friday you would have to run a mile?  It. was. forever.  Why would they take a perfectly fantastic Friday and ruin it by torturing you with 20 pushups if you walked the whole way?

Then for the rest of your middle school career, it was like running a mile was equivalent to writing in cursive. (Don't you remember? If you learned to write cursive, then you'd get into Harvard?)  You had to do it every. single. Friday...and every. single. Friday...I would dread the run.  The side cramps, the dehydration, the heat...that black track was my nemesis.  Then high many times did we have to run around the top of that gym?  To many.  And always, always... on Friday!

Oh...Then there was that time when Connel and I were newlyweds and he had to beg me to go on a jog from one end of campus to the other...and back!  Then... just at my point of exhaustion, Connel decided to make it a race back to our apartment.  By the time we were almost finished my legs were jelly and my lungs were fire.  Literal fire!  To the point where I screamed at Connel in a very dramatic fashion that I thought I was having a heart attack and he might need to take me to the emergency room.  I was going to die, I tell you, and it was all his fault!

That's how much I just do not like running.

When I was pregnant, my hips got a little messed up and the pain and improper alignment was just the perfect excuse (even though my chiropractor is a-mazing!) for me to make a pact with myself that I could not and would not ever have to run .  I swore to myself that I would never run again.  I didn't need to do it, and I didn't want to do it.  There was no reason.  My hips just wouldn't allow it.  I even once went running on a treadmill and it hurt my hip to do it.  So, perfect excuse.

Then, about a month ago...I had another miscarriage.  I hoped that I would somehow, miraculously, not have to deal with that pain again, but it happened, and I was sad, but, this was different.  And soon after...I was ready to accomplish something.  No... I was ready to DEFEAT something.  I don't know where it came from within me, or how it even got past that wall of "no running" stubborness, but the unexplained and completely crazy urge to RUN rose up inside of me!  I made a goal to run a 5K.  I hate running mind you...and so this is ridiculous.

And really, a 5k?  Not that big.  For some.  But for me?  HUGE!

Now, I know I can't just run away from my pain.  But that's not what I'm doing.  I've faced the pain, and I admit that it has worn me down just a little bit, so now... it is time for a renewal of my strength.

So that is my goal.  Run a 5K.  Run it for those pregnancies lost.  Then... keep running. 


I was still recovering from the loss and so for several weeks, I did nothing about the urge. 

Then one Sunday I had to give a lesson to the Young Women and one of the scriptures was from the Word of Wisdom and was about running and not being hit my like a train.  I read the scripture again when I got home that day and followed some references.  I ended up on a scripture that Elder Robert D. Hales quoted in his talk... "Waiting Upon the Lord: Thy Will Be Done" in the recent General Conference.  That talk had been stirring in my heart since the miscarriage...But there was one scripture in particular, that filled my heart from his talk and then again, from my study.  The scripture is from Isaiah 40:31. 
"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint."
I know I have to do this, there are too many things that have pointed in that direction for me to pretend that I don't need to do this.  My Heavenly Father wants me to do this...and he is going to help me. 

I read this blog post and decided to click on the learn how to run link to her blog post that I had previously skipped over...I decided to go back and look it up.  It is very motivating to me and I could relate to some of what she said in a real way.  Plus, more confirmation...that I should pursue this.

Then in a recent Sunday School, there was more talk of running and races, and how it relates to our journey in life: overcoming, enduring and "finishing our course".  I knew I had to talk to one person in particular, and she gave me great insight and advice to get started and keep going.

So, for the last couple of weeks, I have been running 1/2 a mile at least 3 times a week on the track at the YMCA gym.  Last week I ran 3/4 of a mile. 

Today, I got to 3/4 of a mile again.  I slowed down to a walk, but then, I just didn't feel like it was good enough, I felt like I could do more.  So I did 4 more laps about the track...when I got to the last lap...I couldn't help eyes welled up with tears of pride and I shouted within myself that I had just RUN A MILE!  ME!  A MILE!!! 


P.S. I didn't hate it, I disliked it at times...but no hate!

It was so flipping awesome!  I AM SO FLIPPING AWESOME!  I had to distract myself from bursting out in sobs of joy right then and there! (but I am sure that a few people wondered what the freaky looking smile on my face was for.)  Oh dear...I don't know if I'll be able to handle the emotion at the end of a 5K! ;)

But, um, okay, ya, and seriously???  A mile?  I know people who run WAY more than that, but today...

I ran my one mile Friday, and I LOVED it! 


Loni said...

you left goosebumps on my arms. Way to go! So happy for you and I know it's not easy, but it IS an acommplishment!!!

Trapper and Suzy said...

Wow. I'm SO SO proud of you, Laura. I know exactly how it feels to hate running. I started a "boot camp" out here and the trainer makes us run sprint intervals around the track. I AM ALWAYS LAST. It's really sad and I joke that I'm the loser group 'cause I'm usually by myself. Sometimes a compassionate young woman will run with me, but out of pity. haha So, I know how this feels and your post has inspired me! I complain to Trapper that I just suck at running. That's the only explanation, but he says it's mental, and I know he's right. I just can't get past it though. I'm still working on it, so I'll keep pushing and fighting for the mile mark(without walking). : ) Trapper saw me reading this post and said, "Hey! Laura hates running too! You guys should have run together when we were there!" I looked at him and said that we WOULDN'T have ran because we both hate it. Silly man.

Danny & Crystal said...

That is so AWESOME Laura! Keep up the good work! Have you decided which 5k you're going to run yet?

Jamie said...

Urg 1 mile Fridays. Loathed them myself. :) I still don't run. I ride my bicycle. Boy I love to ride my bike. Good for you and good luck on the 5K!

Monk Family said...

I was right along with you, hated running, but I have a friend who got me hooked on it. It feels so good to conquer something you thought you couldn't do, and makes you feel like you can take on the world! I'm proud of you, keep up the momentum! Can't wait to see you, we should run together when you get here!

Monk Family said...

Oh, and Laura...I'm SO sorry to hear about your miscarriage, I wish I lived closer to you so I could physically be there for you, but know that you're in my prayers always-and I'm never more than a phone call away. I love you.

{ mr and mrs jp } said...

oh my gosh. youre so strong. im so sory youve had to go through this.. so proud of you for running. i hate it too and did my first 5k last year. best feeling!! youve got this:) happy thanksgiving week!

Brianna Tuckett said...

Good job Laura!! You rock!! Keep it up!!! You CAN do it, I just know it!! :)

Josh and Krystal said...

Laura. I love reading your blogs. It has been a while, but I find them very inspiring. I am so sorry to hear about your miscarriage. It honestly breaks my heart. I definitely understand the driving force and the craze to run. I have been doing it for over 6 years. It is good to find a way to release the frustration, sadness, etc. So Congrats on that! I am proud of you. I think you will enjoy the 5k and the sens of accomplishment that comes along the way. You have a beautiful family and you are an inspiration to others. Thank you.

kim said...

Laura- Can I just say that I love you so much :) (and miss you like crazy)

Editt said...

Beautiful! Thanks for the inspiration. :)