I used to be a runner. I was never really competitive, but I did run in several races through the years, everything from 5Ks to a marathon. My favorite distance was the half marathon, because it didn’t require the insane commitment to training that a full marathon requires but it’s still a challenge. In my de-cluttering efforts I recently ran across a stack of old race bibs and finisher’s medals… including a ribbon for 2nd place in my age group for one 10K.
Between work and life and countless excuses (at the heart of which is pure, unadulterated laziness), I stopped being a runner in 2005. And I gained weight. Then at the end of 2006 I started running again and by early 2007 I was a runner. I make a distinction because to me a runner is someone who needs to run like we all need to breathe. I had lost most of the weight I gained in 2005, I fit into cute clothes, and I was healthy.
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