I do not run fast. You might not even call what I do “running.” But I jog; I wog (jog+walk); I move. Slow and steady.
I am a zombie turtle.
After I gave birth to my daughter, a foreign notion crept into my brain. I was going to run a 5K.
I started running in the summer of 2011. And kept running. The addiction gained momentum. 3 miles once a week, twice a week, three times a week, 5K, 5 miles, four runs a week, 10K, a race a month, two a month, 10 miles…
Now, here I am, with a drawer full of shirts and a wall plastered with racing bibs, bursting with all these experiences, needing a place to share them.
I should have been doing this from the start, but now is as good of a time to start as any.