I'm a runner.
I'm not an expert, or advanced (yet), but I put one foot in front of the other just like the best of them. I just happen to go slower and shorter distances.
I caught the running bug freshman year of high school. I loved it and I was hooked.
[insert awkward picture of teen with braces here]
Pictures are all at my parent's house, and therefore unavailable at present.
Then senior year hit and suddenly I stopped.
Over the years I've started. Then stopped. And tried again. It wasn't until the Awesome 80's 5K that it truly stuck. It made running real.
Mere minutes after finishing
It's taken me many stops and starts to get to this point. A point of peace, of knowing in my heart of hearts this is something that will be part of my life for the rest of my life. And the best part? I'm just getting started.
Question of Note: Do you struggle with your passions too? What thing or things do you do for yourself that you couldn't live without?