My first ever race was a Half Marathon. I said ‘I’m a natural runner, it will be FINE!’ despite having no evidence that I was a “natural” runner. But it was fine, it was better than fine… slow… but better than fine.
Since then my relationship to running has evolved. I continue doing at least one half every year along with other shorter races. Even when my dedication wanes, running is like an old friend who I don’t text often enough but who shows up just when I need her.
Over time, running has taught me a lot. I’ve struggled with motivation, weight, mental health, work-life balance, and what the hell I am supposed to do with my hair. Still, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other.
It’s been a long strange trip and the journey isn’t over yet.