17 January, 2017
A Family of Runners
At the end of December, one morning I woke up and felt like I was ready to become a runner.
When I was in high school, my friend Natalia and her dad were picking me up from my house for something but I had forgotten my backpack and had to run back up the porch stairs to grab it. When I got back to the car, Natalia told me that her dad said I had great form. Oh man, did that ever boost my self-esteem! I think about that all the time and have secretly wondered if my "good form" could mean that maybe I was made to be a runner. Does this sound a teensy bit pathetic?
Well, anyway, this is my year to become a runner. And guess what? I have run 9 times since January 1st. 2-3 miles each time! That is no small feat for someone who has always hated running. But the amazing thing is that I haven't stopped to walk at all, or even WANTED to stop and walk! I like how running feels and get disappointed when my timer goes off and it's time to start heading back.
PEOPLE CAN CHANGE! THERE IS HOPE!
Steven, ever-supportive, has decided to become a runner too. He and Gage are running buddies and they like to run about a mile then do sprints on a hill near our house. It's seriously adorable to see these two pals get all ready and go stretch on the porch together. Gage loves it and I think if we keep this up we will have a little cross country boy on our hands.
I always wished I had been a cross country girl in high school. But it's never too late ;)