I was never an athletic kid growing up. The most I ran was when we had to do the mile in Jr. High. My favorite quote has always been:

“I go running when I have to. When the ice cream truck is doing sixty.”– Wendy Liebman

I sure ran to the ice cream truck! And then in adulthood I was (and sometimes still am) the car that circles the parking lot looking for a spot by the entrance. No—exercise was never my thing. Although looking back…I sure wish it had been.

I began running in 2006. I couldn’t even last thirty seconds. I felt like my heart was going to explode. Running had NEVER crossed my mind prior to 2006. I was out to dinner one night with friends and one of them was doing the Women’s Nike Half Marathon in San Francisco later that year. She tried to convince me I could do it too. I told her I was not a runner.

She said, “There are firemen dressed in tuxedos at the finish line passing out Tiffany necklaces in little blue boxes.”. It was at that moment I was to become a runner.

Running helped me lose some weight. Running enables me to eat pretty much what I want and still maintain. Running kept me sane during an excruciating divorce. And running has helped my mind become my friend.

I run on purpose.


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