Well, it doesn’t of course. But as to the why of this, because I love to run and I love to write. I’m not what people think of as a typical runner. I am supremely unathletic. As Mindy Kaling said, “I fluctuate between chubby and curvy.”
When I was a kid, I played soccer and basketball on my grade school teams, but I was never very good at it, and truth be told, I’d rather be curled up with a good book. I dreaded gym class. I went to a high school where sports were very important, but I was on the Academic Team. In college, the only exercise I ever got was walking to and from class and twirling around the dance floor at the Warehouse and Vertigo. (I’m really dating myself now!) I didn’t start exercising until I was out of college, and then I’d half heartedly go to the gym a few times a week.
I started running about 5 years ago, when I was in my late 30s. My husband was a runner, and he got me interested. I started by walking and jogging around our neighborhood, and did a few 5ks and 10ks. In 2014, we joined the training groups at Tri-State Running Company. That year I ran my first half marathon, The Queen Bee, and I was hooked. It’s funny though, I always tell people that I hate running when I’m actually doing it, but I love the way I feel when I’m done.
Last year, I injured my knee and had surgery for a torn meniscus. I learned the hard way that I need to cross train, even though it bores me to tears. I’m back and I ran the Pig 1/2 back in May. I was never fast, and I’m a definite turtle now, but I’m still out there. I signed up to run the full Pig in May, and I’m going to do my best to make it to the finish line. So this is the story of me, and my journey to 26.2.