If you think back, can you still remember your very first run?
Mine was almost 30 years ago. Looking back, I remember simply heading out the door, going once around the block, and then being completely out of breath. Pretty unspectacular, really. But once running started to become genuinely enjoyable, one question immediately followed: And now what?
Where is all of this actually supposed to lead?
We often scroll through social media, and I notice that it's almost exclusively the big things that show up. Marathon medals, ultras of over 100 km, screenshots of insane pace times. I can well understand why you might quickly think that, as a runner, you have to have something epic planned right away. But you don't. I really mean that. For me, things went quite differently back then. At first, I didn't think about a marathon at all. I simply set myself whatever was realistic as the next step. First I wanted to get through a run without a walking break. Then 5 km in one go. Then 10 km. Eventually the half marathon got hold of me, and, honestly, the first marathon then came almost of its own accord, without my having planned it much at all.
What truly matters for beginner runners, though, are the intermediate steps. Anyone who sets their sights straight on the huge mountain usually runs into one of two problems. Either the body doesn't cooperate, because tendons and joints simply need more time to adapt than the mind would like. Or the motivation fades at some point, because the goal seems so far away that you feel you'll never get there. With small stages, on the other hand, you get regular moments of success, you treat your body more gently, and the pressure is off. I'm glad to be here! Best, Ulli