Running My Own Race

Azy Jenna RunningThis picture represents pure running bliss. It was taken at the 2011 Beaches Jazz Run as my sister and I are about to complete a 20K run. I had been out at a Bachelorette party the night before and was running on 4 hours of sleep and a mild hangover, but this race was one of the best I have ever run.  I look really freakin’ happy in this picture, don’t I?

Having been off running right now for 1 month and 11 days, I’ve had far too much time to think about the philosophy of running and how my personality and sense of self has been shaped by the sport. If I look back on my relationship with running the past year, I can see a lot of struggle, a lot of fear, and a lot of pain. I can also see triumph and joy, but those positive feelings were largely overshadowed by the negative ones. I never expected that being a runner was easy, but I also didn’t expect it would be so hard. I ran through everything, pushing myself, because I thought all my problems were in my head and that I would be weak if I stopped. But if I look back, it makes perfect sense that my body would turn against me because I wasn’t listening to it. All those post-run dizzy spells and panic attacks weren’t just in my head, they were real, physical symptoms that I wrongly ignored. On Monday February 10th, my body forced me to stop, but I should have stopped and listened a long time ago.

When I first started running 4 years ago, it was fun! I often ran with my sister and we had no concern with our time or pace. We ran through along the Azy Jenna running yesLisgar Trail by our house in Mississauga and we chatted along the way, signing up for a few races a year and having a great time. My fondest race memories to this day are of the finish lines I’ve crossed with my sister. Running was a common interest and challenge that brought us together. When I look back on my race times from 2010 – 2012, they were the fastest times I’ve ever run. No, I wasn’t getting up at 6am 5 days a week and I wasn’t following a strict training program. I was just running for joy and loving every minute of it.

Things took a turn in late 2012 when I was facing a lot of work-related stress and my anxiety returned with a vengeance. This when I started to get run-induced panic attacks which would often force me to cut runs short and head home crying. I didn’t stop running because everyone told me that running would help ease my anxiety and get rid of a lot of the nervous energy I was carrying, but unfortunately it did the opposite. Instead of slowing down, I signed up for more races, dreamed of getting faster (even though I was actually getting slower), and tried to ignore what was going on inside my head.

Looking back, what I probably needed during this time was a break from running. It wasn’t making me feel good anymore and instead of forcing myself to keep going, I should have stopped. Just looking at my proposed race schedule for this spring makes me cringe a bit. From March 30th – May 25th I had myself running 2 half marathons, one 30K race, and my first full marathon. With the mental and physical state I was training in, this was just a set-up for disaster somewhere along the line. Making it to that May marathon probably never would have happened. I’m not saying that this schedule isn’t right for anybody, it just wasn’t right at all for me and I was being very naïve and ignorant of a whole bunch of warnings signs that I should have noticed.

Having said all this, I actually can’t wait to get back into running, it’s just going to be a little bit different this time.  I am hopeful that my allergy tests on March 31st will shed some light on what happened and that I will get the green light to lace up the beautiful new, neon pair of Asics I bought from Black Toe Running. My running goal for the immediate future is going to be simple: fall in love with running again. I’m not going to tie myself down to a strict training schedule, I’m not signing up for any marathons (maybe just a half), and my focus will be less on speed and distance and more on moving in a way that makes me feel good.

I hope I am lucky enough to have many years of running ahead of me. Whether they are fast years or slow years doesn’t matter much to me now. What matters is that running brings me the same joy it did 4 years ago when it was just me and my sister running along the Lisgar Trail, chatting and laughing and loving every minute of it.

Azy Jenna Running 20K



If I’m going to be honest, I’ve been pretty lazy lately. Without running, my fitness schedule has descended into a downward spiral of sleeping in, skipping workouts, and eating lots and lots of chocolate. Just today we jennareceived a GIGANTIC basket of candy at the office and I ate half of a espresso flavoured chocolate bar and a handful of assorted gummies. Yeah…this stuff happens even when you work for a fitness company!

So, in an effort to get myself back on track and out of the path of the weight-gain train, I am going to challenge myself to #40DaysOfSweat. Coinciding with Lent, I am going to give up not working out for 40 days. Using a combination of yoga, strength training and online workouts I am going to take my fitness routine back and hopefully earn those Madonna arms I’ve always wanted!

madonna arms

Not running has been tough, emotionally, mentally and physically. I miss running, I miss talking about running with my running friends, and I miss training for something. Admitting to myself that my spring race season isn’t going to happen has been hard to accept. I trained all friggin’ winter for these races and while I can admit that not having to do long runs in minus 15 is kind of nice, it’s still sad to think of all those hard training runs I did not paying off.

I don’t know what my running future looks like. I don’t know if I’ll ever run a marathon or even a 5k again, but I might as well use this time off productively and become strong in other ways. One area I’d like to work on is my arms.  As a life-long fan of Madonna, I have always been a fan of her arms. Although I do lift light weights and have some definition in my arms, I’ve never been able to really build muscle. This PopSugar workout  promises Madonna’s arms in just 10 minutes a session. I think it’s worth a try! Madonna arms, here I come!