I run.

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.


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