Sure, I'm not in high school cross country shape. Or college track shape. Or even post-college marathon shape. I'm 32, I've slowed down quite a bit, and unfortunately have more gray hair than I know what to do with (thank GOD for my hair colorist...)
There was a point when I thought my running days were behind me. For a few years I simply just did not enjoy it. Perhaps I was sad because I knew I'd never be as fast or as in shape as I once was. Or the fact that I ran sans i-pod because I didn't have one and I became bored to tears. And then a few injuries came into play. Etc., etc., etc.
Despite said excuses, I'm back. Not sure for how long, but at least until this October. My husband and I are signed up to run the Denver half marathon on October 9th this year, and although I'm a bit nervous about staying healthy enough until then, I'm definitely pumped for the training. Mark has been my training partner over the past few months (along with Tucker), and so far, things have been great.
For as long as I can remember, running has been a constant in my life. Well, not exactly "constant," per se, but I know I can always turn to running after a long hiatus, jump right back in, and pick up where I left off.
(Boy, am I going to be sad down the road when I can't say that anymore!) This time around, I'll be doing it in Denver, with my husband by my side, for 13.1 miles.
Wish us luck!