I hated running as a child. HATED it (and I was on the track team, go figure). I always finished last, was easily out of breath, and I knew I’d be limping for the rest of the day after a meet. In hindsight, running would probably have been less stressful if I had been aware of my RA.
Naturally, one would think that I would continue avoiding it at all costs. Except, after 10 years of a strict no-running policy and two years away from physical activity in general, I had something to prove to myself. If the rest of my life is changing, why should my exercise routine stay the same?
So last week I decided it was now or never. I needed a way to de-stress fast. I called up my friend, downloaded the Couch 2 5K app, and headed to the park. The meme to the left is a wonderfully accurate representation of how that session went. And you know what? It doesn’t matter anymore.
I was out of breath. My sides were hurting and my muscles were on fire. I wasn’t sure I could run another step. I couldn’t keep up with my friend at all, and she kept doubling back to meet up with me so that we could at least do the walking portion of the program together. I could have made an excuse at any time, blamed my joints for being uncooperative. But I got up and did it.
In hindsight, it was never actually about running. My goal isn’t to run marathons or break records. The goal was to find a freedom that I thought was long gone. Two years ago, I could barely pull myself out of bed each day. Walking was difficult and stairs were impossible. Exercise? Ha…
I’ve come a long way. I accomplished a goal I never thought possible. The fact that I I’ve been accomplishing it without any sort of joint pain is just an added bonus. Every lap around the track is one more win against RA. This disease has taken so much away from me, but I’m drawing the line here.
Old me had to turn down plans with friends because it required walking more than a few blocks. New me is walking 4 miles a day and running for twenty minutes on top of that. That freaking rocks, and it’s better motivation than the 87492856875445211268089237 purple “Participant” ribbons I’ve collected. I’m getting my life back.