Read one runner’s story of how finding community through running clubs changed her relationship to the sport.
This was 10 years ago.
But this isnt another in a long list of running changed my life essays.
For years, I said Id never call myself a runner ever again.
And then I found a community that completely transformed my approach to the sport.
Instead, I found myself a better accidental sprinter than I ever was a doubles player.
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Anxiety made my heart race, tied my stomach in knots, and made me hyperventilate.
I just had to work harder and get stronger, faster, better.
That was my final straw.
Surgery wasnt worth it.
But instead of it being a temporary salve, this time it was a turning point.
I decided I would continue jogging regularly to hold it all together.
Joining a run club
Cut to one month later.
What if I cant do it?
Im going to embarrass myself.
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This was not a do or die track meet, but an approachable, immediately-inviting community on the run.
There were no expectations of greatness that had weighed on me in high school.
The only expectation is that you show up.
Fueled by Cheez-Its and vibes, he made running look funsomething I didnt think it could be.
No one was there to judge anyones speed before their morning coffee.
Everyone just wanted to run for the sake of running.
To take selfies, make friends, and chat while getting in some morning movement.
Running wasallowedto be fun.
Joining run clubs has completely shifted that mindset.
I now run because it makes me feel good.
I run to make friends.
You do fun, crazy things.
you might be competitive or you might just run to get ice cream together.
Just as quickly as I found my tribe, though, I thought Id lost it.
For the past three months Ive warmed the metaphorical bench, battling hip and back injuries.
This hasnt been the case.
Today, I finally call myself a runner again without wincing at the word.
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