Three years ago I set out for a run. It was a cold and sunny day, much like today. I mapped out a two-mile route that included a massively steep hill, laced up my Nike's, and hit the pavement. It wasn't fast. It hurt...a lot. I walked...several times. But I finished.
And I got back out there. It got easier. I found a training plan. I ran a 5K.
|Race the Runways - April 2011|
Then a 10K.
|L.L. Bean 10K - July 2011 w/ my speedy friend Meredith (2nd female)|
Then a half marathon.
|Race the Runways - April 2012|
And eventually a full marathon and whole slew of distances in between.
|Maine Marathon - September 2012|
I run when it is hot.
I run when it is dark.
And when it's raining.
I run when it is cold.
I run when I am tired because running has a way of waking me up and making me feel alive.
I run alone.
I run with my husband.
|Sea Dogs Father's Day 5K - June 2012|
I run pushing a double stroller full of two little boys.
|Bath Heritage Days 5-Miler - July 2013|
I run with my friends.
|Bond Brook 5 Mile Trail Run - October 2012|
While I ran competitively way-back-when in high school and college, I always would take the summer months off. There was no running for me year-round.