Why I Run

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.

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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.

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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.

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