In summer of 2012, I ran ten races–mostly 5Ks and all with my father. We searched through Active and local running websites to find one for almost every weekend. It wasn’t something we set out to do–just something we enjoyed doing together and kept coming back for more. Almost every weekend, I shaved time off my 5K personal best…and almost had that elusive sub-30 5K (well, elusive for a turtle like me).
In May 2014, I ran my first half marathon…with little training. Thankfully, I had a sorority sister (who also hadn’t trained) run with me and we made it through. A year later, I signed up for another half marathon, got to mile 10.2 and had to call it quits due to pain in my feet.
Now, I’m in no shape to run ten races in the span of three months and definitely couldn’t complete a half marathon safely. However, I’ve always been motivated by having an end goal and, with running, the best goal for me is always a race.
Well…here’s to 88 days until my first 10K, 285 days until my next half marathon and every day to train and reclaim one of my favorite hobbies.