Hey, Salty friends! I am psyched to be a part of this crazy-motivated community of runners. I’ll go by Lemon here, in the hopes that I’ll bring a fresh, bright, and tangy presence to the site.
My running journey started way back in the 4th grade mile, when I finally found a PE activity that didn’t make me want to die of embarrassment. After being one of the few kids to run the whole time during that first attempt as a nine-year-old, I always looked forward to Mile Day. When I found out that I could run as a sport in middle school, it was like the heavens opened up!
Middle school running taught me I absolutely loved the sport. Nothing about it was super competitive for me. In fact, whenever I started to feel sick, I figured I should slow down. Seems logical, and most of my non-running friends would argue that would be the sane thing to do, but that’s not how you win races. I finally figured that out at the end of 8th grade, just in time to break seven minutes in the mile and get ready for my freshman year of high school.
I ran competitively through high school, where I met my very best friends and found a safe space snuggled between the red lockers in our locker room. I put up with track too, but my first and truest love has always been cross-country, but I put up with track, too. The longer the better for me; throw me in a two-mile as a high schooler and I was a happy camper.