To prevent me from having major FOMO, I decided, what better way to feel inclusive than volunteer for the race. Right decision. This was my first time volunteering for a race and I thought it might get a tad bit boring to see other people run while I just stand around. How wrong was I.
Exactly a week from today, I’ll be a half-marathoner. I believe a lot in positive affirmations. So, yes, it’s happening! Whether I run or walk or crawl or fly (or go on a medical stretcher), I’ll be at the finish line of the Philly Love Run 2017 this Sunday. Now that I’m in Taper Ville, I seem to have a lot of free time for reflections. It all takes me back to September 2016. I had been trying to take up running for at least a year and a half.
I’ve been running for about 7 years now. I started running with Charm City Run in a 5K training group. I consider myself an educated runner. I am also the mother of a special needs young man. My son, Mike, has a genetic syndrome and is missing an elastin gene. He used to often be seen walking with his hand supporting his lower back. He was uncomfortable and looked it.
You might think as the manager of a running store, and coach of running groups, that I am one of those people who always ran, or for whom running came easily. Not quite. If you’ve read anything I’ve posted previously about running after a baby you know that being a “dedicated runner” has changed a lot in meaning for me over the years. In any case-- my point is, that even every runner started somewhere, so kudos to you for taking the first steps.