I thought I should share a little about how I started running. Because like most people, I didn't just get up one morning and start running.
I don't remember if I shared this before, but when I was in 10th grade, Thatdad suffered a massive heart attack. As part of his recovery, weight loss was important. Thatdad was already physically active, in fact, the day of his heart attack, he had been at a karate class. But after the heart attack, he enrolled the family in a gym and started walking 4 miles every morning.
Thatmom and I joined him. We were up at dawn every morning. The problem was, to keep up with Thatdad's walking speed, Thatmom and I had to run. And that's where my running began.
I found running to be a really great stress relief for me. I remember the day I didn't get into one of my top college choices, I went to the gym and ran for hours. After college, when I moved back home, I used it as a way to get out of the house. When studying for THE BAR, it was my "me" time every day that I could count on.
In 2009 I started racing. I had run/walked races before, but this was the first race I had really run. For time. And I was hooked. The adrenaline, the camaraderie, the t-shirts! I started running a lot of races. I decided to start building, from a 5k, to an 8k, to a 10k, to a 15k, to a half marathon. In 2010 I ran a race every month. Along the way I grew to love running more, develop a more healthy attitude about it (a topic for a whole 'nother post), and even get faster. I was able to keep running all through my pregnancy with Thatbaby, and after.
So really I have Thatdad to thank for my introduction to running. But my how far I've come!