I met my husband in college. Running was something I did to get closer to his family. (My father-in-law is in his 70's and I have never beat him in a race.)
I moved to Chicago after college. Running was something I did because pretty much the whole city runs. (Hello amazing lakefront trail and world famous marathon!)
I moved back to Indianapolis after 6 years in Illinois. Running was something I did when I was bored.
I used to be someone who ran. Or so I thought, but when I look back I realize...I used to be a runner. There were moments that sucked, but overall, I loved being a runner. I loved following a training plan. I loved controlling my timex watch. I loved checking my chip times from a race. I loved saving all of my race numbers, medals and shirts. I loved hearing my name over the loud speaker as I crossed the finish line.
Now at 36, and five years away from the sport, I have purchased a new pair of running shoes and I am purchasing this jogging stroller. I am going to shove my "eight extra pounds that won't go away" post pregnancy body back into some spandex and a sports bra and I am going to be a runner again. Not as punishment. Not because everyone else is. Not because I am bored. I am going to run again for my soul, my mental clarity and just for me. I am going to give myself 30 minutes to pound the pavement, let the wind blow through my daughter's hair and wait for that addicting runners high to kick in.
I used to be runner and God willing...I will be one again. Wish me luck and wave if you see me! I might be hunched over catching my breath, but I promise to wave back!