“That day, for no particular reason. I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d run to the end of town….For no particular reason I just kept on going. And when I got there, I figured, since I’d gone this far, I might as well just keep on going..”

My husband calls me Forrest Gump because my running started pretty much the same.

I started much like everyone else, at the beginning. Only my beginning was at age 30 with three children. As every parent out there knows, these wonderful little beings that leave us exhausted with love are our priorities, we devote ourselves to them and that can mean we have little time to remember what is left of us too. I understand it, which is why I began to run. To feel like I could breathe a little bit better, and have a moment to escape and release any washed up emotions.

I wanted to feel a sense of my own identity again.

I found a place to be free and to be me simply by lacing up and making that all important first step outside.

I had no plan, no watch, no strava, no nothing! I just ran ….