Saturday, August 30, 2008
The Running Bug
I discovered running much like many people discover things they never meant to do.
Five years ago, my friend Megan dared me, literally triple dog dared me, to run the Dana Point Turkey Trot 10k with her. I laughed out loud. Then, I thought about it. Every time I went to her house, I felt myself oddly drawn to a photo of her at the finish line of a marathon looking exhausted but smiling from ear to ear. Well, I thought, if Megan can run 26 miles, surely I can jog 6. I had grown up playing soccer and swore that I would never run without a ball. At least with a ball there was a point, a goal, an objective. Running aimlessly seemed like sheer torture.
Nevertheless, I decided to start a simple training program. One afternoon I was running down a big hill in the glorious California sunshine, and a huge light went on in my head. "I like this. Wait, I love this. Wait, am I insane?" Right then and there, I caught the running bug. I ran my very first race on Thanksgiving Day and grinned as I crossed the finish line. I've run that race ( and a few more) every year since. I save all my racing bibs and hang them in my bedroom.
Which brings me to why I'm telling this story in the first place. Over the last two weeks, I've witnessed my sister-in-law, and my mother, who is almost 60, catch the same bug. I took them both shopping for running gear and good running shoes at the BROOKS outlet here in the Seattle area. I delighted in helping them pick out shoes. I delighted in hitting the trails with them. I delighted in knowing how running will change them.
Running leaves you feeling clean and light. Troubles get pounded into the pavement, peace arrives after mastering a big hill, and a unique camaraderie is formed with other runners.
For some amazing running anecdotes, visit Kristin Armstong's blog.....