Growing up, I was not an athletic kid. I dreaded P.E., and I was always picked last for kickball. My mom was determined to find an athletic endeavor that I didn’t mind so that I could get some exercise and get out of the house during the summers. I was the little girl standing way … Continue reading Fine, I guess I am a runner.
At each race, I’m struck by the mini-dramas playing out all around me. Everywhere I look, there are people pushing themselves to meet personal goals, and there is an amazing community of family members, friends, volunteers, and other runners who want to support them.