I run.

I started running in high school.  I went out for track my sophomore year because being on freshmen softball team didn't go so well, being afraid of the ball and all.  My friends said I should join them on the distance team.  I did.  Who knows why?  My high school running career, by most standards, was horrid.  I never won a race.  I barely improved.  I was always at the rear of the pack.  Very slow.  But I really did enjoy the sport;  the quiet cadence of my own rushing breath, the time to think, the challenge, the sweat.

I took a long break after running my first half-marathon in August.  I have completely forgotten all the labor pains of my first 13.1 birth.   I've been back on the treadmill again for a few weeks.  I am very much looking forward to the longer, warmer days so I can run outside.  I feel wonderful.  I'm flirting with training for a full marathon to celebrate my 30th birthday this year.  Crazy?  Oh, most definitely!

13.1

My own course. 2:42:ish.