The Runner Girl
It was a year ago I took up running. For no reason whatsoever…just to do it. I figured a lap or two around the track at the gym and I’d be done. But what I found, instead, was freedom. I found something I could do…just me…that brought a smile to my face…challenged me…and made me feel so good – inside and out.
And from there…a monster was born.
Starting back on April 4, 2011 when I ran my first ever 5K…succeeding in my goal to run the entire thing. My roommate and my co-worker, Laura, came out to cheer me on. And from there…I was hooked. And the races kept on coming and I sought out as many as I could physically manage. I even ran my first half marathon in Chicago, Illinois on September 11, 2011, with my roommate and friend Heather waiting for me at the finish. I had never been so damn proud of myself than I was when I crossed that finish line in a respectable 2 hours 20 minutes.
And except for a couple months off due to injury…I haven’t stopped running since I started.
Nor do I intend to anytime soon.
I run home from work. I run when I wake up. I run on my lunch break. If I can find a good time to run, I lace up my shoes and hit the road. And if the weather is bad…well…I have a track or a treadmill at the gym.
The fact is…I’m a runner. So, I’m going to run. It really is that simple.