How It All Began

I can honestly say I spent the last 25 years of my life pretty much detesting the idea of running outdoors (minus running around as a kid). Let me preface this with the fact I am only 25, just shy of 26. So that should give you an idea of how much I truly detested the idea of becoming a "runner".

A few months ago I believe I had a few too many cocktails one night because the next thing you know, I had agreed to run a leg of a marathon relay Memorial Day weekend with some girl friends. I ran a few times outside in college but that was about it. I worked out, lifted weights and have always been at least in decent shape but running outdoors was another story. Well, here I was, signed up for this 5.5 mile leg of a marathon relay and dreading it. I thought about getting out of it, making an excuse, bailing but I am not one to let people down, or even to quit so I decided to figure it out. About 2.5 weeks before the marathon I figured it was time to take to the streets and see what I was capable of. To make a long story short, I somehow managed to get up to par and completed my leg of the relay, without stopping or walking, in about 48 minutes, around an 8:45/mile pace. I was impressed. Impressed and inspired. It felt awesome! I not only had found out how to run but had found my capabilities as well as a good running partner. I was hooked, or at least wanted to become hooked.

So started my interest in running. I use the word "interest" versus "love" because I am still fairly new and working towards that life changing relationship with running...but I feel like we are almost there. I started this blog to document the trials and tribulations with running. Battling pain, heat, boredom and embracing euphoria, challenge, success and learning to love running. I hope this helps with other new runners and their struggle to gain a love relationship with running.