Today, I forked over $48.50 for my first 5K, happening end of March. If you want to run with (or, most likely quite faster than) me, the details and some more thoughts from yours truly can be found at Bodies in Motivation today.
I don't know if I've mentioned this, but growing up my dad was a race director in San Francisco, and my family was part of a running organization (who, wow, are still around and have a website). He directed the San Francisco Marathon and lots of other races, too, and that running group was my family. I spent holidays and birthdays with them and many of them even came to my wedding, years and years after I left California. For many, Sunday is a day to worship, but for most of my childhood Sunday was a day to rise early and go to a race. I rarely ran though and when I did run, even as a kid, I walked a lot of it. Running never came easy to me, although both my parents used to run often.
Some people have no desire to run or to exercise through running, but it's always been a (seemingly hard to reach) goal of mine.
I know what a running community looks and feels like. I just don't know what it looks and feels like to be a runner.
Last night, although it was only three straight minutes before switching to a fast-paced walk as part of my Couch to 5K intervals, it was the first time in five weeks I felt this goal wasn't crazy and that somehow, someway I would be able to do this.
One day I'll be a runner.