So recently, Jason, my ostomate, hunky boyfriend started running again. This is a big deal for him and he is so excited about it. He’s always been involved in sports from a young age and has always loved running. When, he had his colostomy surgery almost 8 months ago, I could see how frustrated he would be just in trying to get out of bed let alone jog. But a few weeks ago, he started slowly with some walk/run action but now is up to a few miles a day. He’s all about it. He has a special wrap for his ostomy, a running shirt, arm band iPod thingy, fancy shoes…
So when he asked me a few weeks ago if I would run the Thanksgiving Day 10k in Cincinnati with him on Thanksgiving. I begrudgingly said yes but, in the back of my mind I was thinking, “F*ck, I hate running!”
As for my relationship with running?… Here is my running resume:
- I only ran in school when I had to for the Physical Fitness test in gym and would be proud to make it under 15 minutes.
- I did run the Circle City Mini Marathon when I was 16 but, that was a combination of youth and wanting to raise money for leukemia.
- Last year, I agreed to run the Thanksgiving Day 10k the day before after a few glasses of wine and felt like I might pass out on a bridge.
“Game over. I had to accept the fact that in life, some women are simply better. No amount of shoes, or lack of pastry or making of pies will change that. I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it. And chair committees, and write thank you notes. And I can’t feel bad about that.”- Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and The City
But, I need to push pass the self-doubt and just put one foot in front of another. It is the 1st time in my life that I have had a reason and the inspiration to run. I never really saw the point in running unless it was a) to escape a killer or b) catch a thief that had stolen an old lady’s purse. Those were the main two. Otherwise, running in circles? I’d rather dance. If there was a crohn’s dance-a-thon I would be the first one to kick it. But now I have a third reason: Jason. So I will take my lazy, healthy body out there and do it.