Cafe, the Runner

The Story of How a Runner Was Born …
The first time I tried to take up running as my new sport of choice, I almost hyperventilated after sprinting down one block, broke out into a full-blown cold the next day, and declared myself a Non-Runner.

Yes, I concluded, there were specific individuals on this planet who were born physically incapable of moving at speeds greater than a brisk pace. I was one of the chosen few.

About ten years later, I forgot about this particular fact and decided that I was going to try running again. This time, I ran for 15 minutes before my lungs gave out. Then a couple of days later, I tried it again. By the following week, I was running for 30 minutes and still vertical at the end of it.

It was at that moment I knew. A runner was born …

The First Race
Awestruck at my new abilities (Non-Runners could clearly adapt under favourable conditions), I took the obvious next step: signing up for a 10k race!

Needing the encouragement and threat of public humiliation from others, I created a blog to track my progress, fight with Jake (whose time of 53:36 I had vowed to beat), and request that people kick me in the ass if I was slacking off.

A snapshot of my 10k run blog homepage!

Updating the interested public in my training progress and offering my fellow runners out there some invaluable secrets to success.

Exposing Jake’s plan to sabotage my training.

The big day finally arrived. I was ready to roll — I mean, run. It was an unexpectedly hot, sunny day and as I reached the 8k mark, my mental faculties were as sharp as a butter knife.

As per my caffeine addiction, I had made the rookie error of downing a cup of coffee in the morning. I was dehydrated. I had to pee. I couldn’t drink anything.

As I neared the end of the race, I was no longer running in a straight line. I was delirious and a Marshall was running after me to stop a fatality from occurring on his shift.

The aftermath.

My (very tall) hero!

Well, despite the events that transpired that fateful day, it wasn’t time for me to throw in the towel. Oh no. Quite the opposite, my friends …

5k in the Snow? Bring It.
Eager to continue furthering my running career, I decided to enroll myself in another race. This time it would be in Ottawa in the cold month of February. Factoring in the hostile conditions in which I would be running, I decided that doing the 5k race would be the correct strategic move to make.

My punishment from the 10k race had been decided. Despite finishing with a time of 55:22 and coming face to face with near death, I was to be subjected to the cruel tyranny of Coach Jake’s whims. I didn’t know what was worse: Jake as my sworn enemy or Jake as my coach.

Well, the run was freezingly fantastic. The coldest weather I’ve ever ran in, but it felt so good to finish strong and healthy at the end! Then I went to snowboard in Mont Tremblant the next day and got run over by a skiier …

Victorious for a day!

Some people now believe I am cursed. Run a race = Paramedics will be looming on the horizon. I should think that is hardly the attitude to take. I absolutely love running now. It’s not always pretty when it’s happening, but the sense of accomplishment you always have when you finish a run is priceless. This is hardly the end …

Future Career Plans
So how do I plan to further my running career? Is there a marathon that I see in the distant future? A half, even? Let’s get real, people. It ain’t happening. And I’m perfectly fine with the fact that I am a Runner, but a 10k-Max-Runner at that. There is a place for us in this world too.

So what are you waiting for? If a Non-Runner can overcome their predisposition to fail in life, so can you! Like the blog says … Just Do It ;)

– Cafe <3