Today's my scheduled rest day which means more time for other things not pertaining to running... yeah, right.
My story in a nutshell:
Three years ago I couldn't run a mile without stopping to pretend to tie my already tied shoe at least two or three times during said mile.
Three years ago I wasn't contemplating any type of racing let alone completing four half marathons and a full marathon all in one year.
Three years ago I had a small dream to become a runner but I didn't think it was in the cards. Me, a runner? I've tried it so many times before and failed so why would my future be any different?
Two and a half years ago I ran my first 5K. I was so proud to be in the top 10 of my age group. I was instantly hooked. That race was raw, it was so hard. I remember breathing incredibly heavy thinking that would help me run faster. Ahhhhhh, the things we tell ourselves.
Three years ago I wasn't a runner. Today I'm a marathoner.
Running isn't something I'm in love with... I have a fiancé, a puppy, and a kitty to fill that role. But, running does help define me. Without it, I feel scattered. "Hi, My name is Stefanie, and I'm a Runner."
Thank you, running. For going the distance for me. Here's to a year of me returning the favor to you!