I am a thirty-something mother of two from Ohio and, some might say, a prolific marathoner. I haven’t always been a running fool. In fact, it wasn’t until nine years ago that I fell back in love with running.
My first foray with running was on the high school cross country team. I was decent, but not consistent, bouncing on and off the varsity team from week to week. I stuck with it because I loved the team camaraderie and the freedom of running through the woods. I wasn’t fast enough to run in college, but I kept up a minimal running routine to put up a small fight against college weight gain.
A decade later I fell in love. I met Steve who was training for a triathlon and I offered to accompany him on his training runs. And then when Steve signed up to run a marathon, I realized that if he could do it, I could too. Unfortunately Steve suffered from multiple stress fractures and never made it to the starting line, but I did. I ran it by myself and those 4 hours, 48 minutes, and 16 seconds changed my life. Read more >>