I am a runner. But not by design.
Naturally athletic? Not here.
I didn’t run in high school, I was not always a workout enthusiast, and I definitely was not always healthy.
None of the above is true now.
My running story is no different than many others. I swam growing up, partied in college, and then realized that I wasn’t 15 years old anymore and that I had to work to be in shape. I started working out, and then somewhere in there started running. Initially it was just to lose weight, and then somewhere along the way I fell in love. Running and I are like every relationship, we get in fights, we make up, we have highs, we have lows, sometimes we break up, and then come running back to each other.
I get a high off racing. It’s unreal and fantastic. I ran for a few years, but only a couple miles at a time before I started racing. But after the first one I was hooked. And now I spend 99% of my spare time trying to figure out the next race I’ll run. I tried to tell the hubs that running was a “cheap” hobby of mine, but let’s be honest – running is expensive. Luckily he golfs and races motocross, so his hobbies are more expensive than mine, which makes me win in the “cheap” hobby department.