Before class. After work. Between class and work.
And if I’m feeling especially weird, I’ll run at 11 p.m.
I don’t do it every day, but I am always trying to fit it into my busy routine. This means I’m always showing up to class in gym clothes and my hair is in a ponytail way too often. Tragic, I know.
I started running regularly when I got to college, and more than three years later, I’ve never been more consistent. I started with a mile at a time on the indoor track at my gym, which got easier every time I laced up.
But this isn’t to say I don’t hate it sometimes. I do. Sometimes I dread getting out there and other times I’m exhausted by the time I hit mile two, but it’s even worse when things just feel off for no apparent reason.
Despite the fact that some runs kick my ass, I’ve moved into trail running in Bidwell Park. With 3,600 acres, I don’t ever get bored there. I start my runs by setting a goal distance on my Nike+ app — and then I set out to pass it.
I’ve also started racing. I’m not really competitive about it, but instead run them for myself.
My first race was the San Jose 408K Race to the Row in March 2012. It the inaugural race and had a really great route from HP Pavilion (where the Sharks play!) to Santana Row. An 8K (5 miles) was just the distance I needed to get a feel for racing.
I then ran the famous Color Run (5K) at Candlestick Park in July. It was a big, early-morning party held in the coldest, foggiest and most dreary part of San Francisco. I didn’t bother tracking my time, especially because we kept doubling back to each mile checkpoint to get more powdered color flung at us. I did this one with my best friend, sister and brother.
The most recent race I participated in was the Jack Frost 10K last month. I was most excited for this one, because a 10K was the perfect challenge for me. The course was hilly and slightly muddy, with some trail, some pavement and quite a bit of rain. You’d be surprised at how awesome it feels to run in the rain at 8 a.m. The only bummer was that I was out there by myself once I crossed the finish line, but I felt great. I hung around to cool down until I realized it was raining pretty hard and 40 degrees out. These minor details don’t seem to matter much when you’re running, but they don’t call it the Jack Frost for nothing.
With a 10K under my belt, I’m looking forward to more races in 2013. I’m already signed up for a second Color Run in March, and I plan to sign up for the Nike Women’s Half Marathon later this year.