I started running a year ago but have never been comfortable referring to myself as “a runner” and would even say I was going out for a jog instead of a run but this has changed.
Two weekends ago I was in Yarmouth visiting my mom. I got up Saturday (not at 8am mind you) and laced up my sneakers so I didn’t fall behind the Team Myles program. It started out like any other run, enjoying my music and the fresh air but then I noticed a change. The hill that was tough before felt like a slope, my legs felt strong, I was in control of my breathing and I felt confident. I WAS A RUNNER!
I finished my timed run, stretched and cried with pride.
