I am a runner. I’m not a marathon runner. I’m not even a 5K runner. I don’t run every day and I may go a month (or more) without heading out for a jog. However, I am a runner. Four years ago this summer, my third (and last!) baby had just turned one. I was
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October 8th is all about ME. On October 8th I run my very first half marathon. Over the last few months, my friend and I have spent many hours running. We ran together, and I have run alone. I have: Ran. Sweat. Cried. Complained. Supported. Listened. Bitched. Given up. Motivated. Been motivated. Gotten hurt. Self-doubted.
I hate running. I want to enjoy it. I want to be one of those people who run to clear their mind and feel free. But I’m not. This is what’s going on in my head when I run: Am I almost done? This sucks. I should be folding laundry now. Am I almost done?
I’ve blogged about running before. I was a runner before I had my two kids, had logged in hundreds of miles, 5Ks, 10Ks, and 2 half marathons before my first child was born. I was never really an “in it to win it” kind of runner- I trained, I ran hard, and finished strong. If I
