Would I surprise you if I told you I am a runner?
Surprise. 5 marathons, at least a dozen half marathons and countless 5K’s have seen my shoes cross their finish lines. But I have been a sporadic runner. I get distracted, mostly by my crazy full-time job, three kids and a big farm, life.
In 1999, I ran my first marathon, in Disney World, as a way to get my weight under control. And so I could burn calories to drink wine!
So I’ve always used the excuse that I am too busy to consistently workout.
And I’m a slow runner. But being a Type A competitive person, I hate running slow.
And I tend to measure progress by how far I have to go, not paying attention to all the miles behind me.
Running makes me happy. It is stress relief. And it is my time.
So on October 1, 2012, I started running again. Before the sun, roosters or any early bird or worm are awake. For the past year I’ve blamed my Farmer for not getting home in time at night so I could go run. I finally decided it’s not his fault. There are plenty of free early morning hours before my house wakes up that I can run.
Everyone deserves to be happy. And maybe to change their attitude every once in awhile. I’ll be running. Maybe some day I’ll be fast enough to feel like I’m flying.
You go girl! I am having a tough time finding 20 minutes for myself. I’m going to have to channel your energy somehow someway and get my mojo back.
Good for you!