When I was in the 8th grade I owned a “Track is Life” T-shirt. I picked it out of a number of “_____ is life” shirts, since it seemed the most appropriate. Let it be clear that “Track” was not my life. Yes, I was on the Track Team in the 8th grade, but that was because our Basketball Coach didn’t make it seem like it was an option. Middle school has become a blur at this point, but there is one thing I’m certain of: I sucked at sports. I wasn’t competitive, or athletic. My friends wanted to be in sports and I wanted to be like my friends. After my teenage years in Basketball, Track, and Tennis, I cheerfully accepted a life without sports and embraced more creative endeavors. Mark entered my life around this time and loved me despite my inability to play sports and we’ve lived happily together with Taebo workout tapes and light jogs or walks around our neighborhood. Since then, running is something I’ve done infrequently and with some disdain. Even in my best running shape, my sisters have run circles around me. Now after training for and completing my first 5k run, I feel less disdain and have begun to develop a love for running. It feels great to tie on my spiffy new shoes, hit some pavement and know each time I run I’m closer to accomplishing my new goals. I scratched “Run a 5k with my sister Sarah” off the list, now it’s time to start training for the next one!
Listening to: Van Morrison, Come Running