I run because it makes me a sane person. A good mom. A thoughtful spouse. A present friend. A thoughtful, hardworking employee. Running clears the cobwebs in my head and helps the best version of me shine through. It is not an EASY sport for me. I do not get that runners high on my runs and rarely do miles pass without my feeling the pounding of the pavement and the hard work of my muscles. But I am out there and without fail, I come back from every run feeling better than the moment I left.
Once upon a time, I wasn’t an athlete. I got out of gym class my entire junior year of high school and had to write a paper about the power of exercise. It wasn’t until I graduated from college, having spent four years drinking and eating late night pizza that I first entered the inside of a gym. And it was 100% for vanity reasons. Running came later for me.
I had just moved to DC and was fairly miserable. I hated my job. My boyfriend was not a nice person and the relationship as ending. One particularly low day, I came home to a Team in Training flyer in my mailbox and went to an information session. On my way out, I called my mom and told her that I was going to run-walk a half marathon. 5 months later, I ran a full marathon in San Diego.
For the next several years, I floated in and out of love with running. After my son was born in 2010, and I battled severe postpartum depression, I found my way back to running and this time it has stuck. Running has saved me in so many ways and I hope we are now in a life long rhythm.
Today — I run because I get to.