Here's a little background story for you:
All through my life I had always thought of running as a disgusting habit that some people just couldn't seem to get rid of. I thought it was a terrible way to work out. Who wants to go from A to B by running? Can't they take up a sport or dance or something to get exercise?! I know I'm rambling and my thoughts are not justified, but it's true.
Well, when I was a sophomore in college, I really started to get in shape. I would go to WVU Rec Center and take lots of zumba and pilates classes. I was really enjoying the weight loss that came with it and started getting into the hang of working out. I had this friend, we will call her L. She loved to run. She also went to zumba with me. One day she says, "Maria, would you like to run a mile with me after zumba?" "Sure, L!" (Mostly just to make her happy, but also to see if I could do it).
Well, I went on that mile run and it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. It just confirmed all of my thoughts about the nasty habit. It was hard, I couldn't go fast, and it made my legs, heart, and lungs hurt.
But... I really felt like I got a good workout. I just as soon forgot about it.
I continued my zumba and pilates classes until BAM! Summer break. I can no longer go to the Rec Center for free because I am not currently a students. Well crap.
What choice did I have? I had to try running.
I went to the rail trail every morning that summer in Morgantown, WV and ran. I would only go about a mile a day. I started by running a quarter of a mile, then walking a quarter of a mile. I would do that, then turn around and do it again. I eventually increased my distance to two miles. Then I would run for a half mile, walk a half mile, run, walk, etc. And by the end of the summer, I could run an entire mile without stopping to walk. I wanted to die and it sucked, but I could do it.
Then school started again, I got busy, and I didn't run again for about 6 months.
Part Two is yet to come!