Yes, I know, it seems silly. Do people really want to read about my good runs, my bad runs, and the days that I am absolutely dreading the run? I don't know, but I guess I'll find out...
I'm Rebecca and I'm a runner. Never thought those words would come out of my mouth. Before everyone goes crying foul on me, I know I 'ran' in high school, but it hardly qualified as running. I was a sprinter. Distance to me was running twice around the track. I complained when they made me run the 300 meter hurdles - you want me to run almost an entire lap AND jump over hurdles!? I remember watching the distance girls and thinking (with the utmost respect of course) - those bitches be crazy! I never in my life thought I would run more than 2 miles, over the course of entire practice. You get the idea.
Somewhere along the way, I realized I like running. I like the rush of adrenaline when I'm done, I like the time alone and damnit if my legs aren't seriously rockin'. And I'm not too bad at it either. So here I am, a mother of 3, training for my first half marathon next weekend, and finally can admit to myself, that I am, in fact, a runner.
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