Middle age crisis … or not?
It is a little embarrassing to begin from the beginning when the said “beginning” occurred at my very late thirties, but it is the truth. So there it is:
I really haven’t figured out what it was that pulled me out of my couch and threw me to my first running. Some say it was the middle age crisis, as I was fast approaching my forties and my image on the photos wasn’t exactly what I have dreamed about myself. But from the other hand, I always knew I would be a runner someday, I just didn’t know when.
It was in August 2017, when I put on my sneakers and I run my first 2k with my father. The fact that I got bitten by a centipede between my toes didn’t stop me from repeating this first ever devastating experience.
Ok, I admit, it wasn’t easy. I had to motivate my not-so-skinny body to move and finally do something for my health, beneath the Greek sun, when my kids were playing in the sea but I did it. I did it so well, again and again that by the 1st of October I run the 5km “Race for the Cure”, in honor of my kids’ grandma who was lost before I knew her by breast cancer.
Two months later I run my most important 10 km race and entered for the first time the “Kallimarmaron”, which is the stadium of the Marathon race finish line. Since then I have participated in much more difficult, long and beautiful races, but that one remains the most important. It made my mind entering the athletes’ community. The community of ordinary people, with their demanding jobs, their family and their kids, who find the time and strength to get up and exercise.
It was the beginning of my long athletic adventure and the changes that it brought to my life, my eating habits and my way of respecting nature.
Five years later, I thought about sharing with you people my story, my difficulties and my victories, because the happiness that this life changing choice gave me is really worth sharing.
