My love for running started after a long night of drinking...I don't remember the exact date, not because my long nights of drinking occur that frequent or because the amount of drinking that took place caused me not to remember the date, but because at the time going for a 5-mile run didn't seem like a momentous occasion to mark in the personal history book. Only now after completing several 5Ks, a 10K, a half marathon, and in two months completing my first full marathon, does this date hold a special place in my heart. (Whenever it may have been).
What I do remember about that morning was waking up really early feeling miserable and thinking to myself the only cure to this misery was to go for a run. That may seem like an odd solution and at the time I know it struck me as odd because I didn't like running and never had. I got out of bed, put on a pair of New Balance 574s and went tearing out of the apartment at, what can only be described as a blistering pace. (*Please note the pace and distance could be totally skewed due to the newness to running and/or the alcohol). Anyway, I remember running a blistering pace for 5-miles, which again could have been as little as 1 mile, but I remember finishing and thinking, "WOW! That was really fun."
Both my parents were distance runners. Both ran in high school and still hold school records in various running events, so I was probably was genetically meant to be a runner, but never saw the fun in running around in a circle. "Nascar for the Legs" didn't seem all that appealing to me so I chose to do other things.
Where does that leave us now and moving forward? It leaves me here, in front of a computer, on what runners know to be an "Off-Day" blogging about running, my now obsession with the sport, and the desire to share it with others. Moving forward I hope to continue to share my story, some insight, information, humor, interesting finds, and anything else that may come to mind while out running.
Happy Trails!
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