I grew up loving to climb mountains and playing tennis in the summer. And my Mom can definitely attest that I was very active kid. However I lacked (and still lack) natural skill in most sports (still working on tennis and squash). It may have been my 9th grade fall season of field hockey that instilled in me both a strong dislike of participating in team sports and of running. Despite later adoring that field hockey coach/teacher/dorm parent, our weekly Monday afternoon runs of 'Long Tuck' were just too much for my 14-year-old self to digest or appreciate in the least. Instead, I was disgusted by her mandate to 'Run!'. Rather than trying to propel my chicken legs up and down hills faster, I shut down, and told myself that I was just not an athlete. I continued to play tennis, and even dabbled in ice hockey (that was hilarious), but never thought I would partake in any larger athletic events. It just wasn't my thing.
Fast forward to after college. Luckily, we all grow up, and most importantly, we both naturally and can even willfully change. I am still not 'naturally' a runner. As my sister told me from a young age, "you have 'child-bearing hips.'" Whatever that means.. I have willed myself into a new frame of mind about running. I have come to appreciate running as a way to stay fit and feel good. I only need shoes and a positive attitude, and some winter wear at this time of the year! It's become more a part of my life than I ever could have thought possible even 5 years ago.
I had never run an actual race until last fall, and that didn't really count. It was my first race, and probably the only one where I will finish first in a category! My school's homecoming 5k, in which I placed first in the adult female category, because of lack of competition! This past spring, I did the Cape Cod Ragnar, and with 11 other people, crazily spent 24 hours running and driving 200 miles; I contributed about 13 miles of running. That experience sealed it for me. I became determined to step it up and increase my mileage. I still don't think I'll ever do a full marathon, it goes too much against my pragmatic senses. But the Princeton half, despite being REALLY cold and REALLY windy, was fabulous. And despite the fact that I probably could have done better if I had not donated blood and consequently not run for the last 8 days. But with all things considered, I have a strong sense of accomplishment. I am not breaking any public records, but constantly breaking my own records, and that at the end of the day, is what matters. I am looking forward to my next half!
|Night before #scaredselfie! Princeton race t-shirt|
|13.2 miles after! Jett loves a salty face!|
A look back at this year's earlier Ragnar Baywatch extravaganza, where I was truly inspired by a group of awesome, supportive and very talented runners!
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