My uncle was a marathon runner and when I was 11 he took me to my first 5K. After that run, I would run on and off often falling off the horse but finding myself back at when I thought my life needed more structure. It wasn’t until 2012 however that found that I needed spandex therapy to save me. My husband had just passed away and I could not eat or sleep, I was in a daze and not sure how I was going to continue.
One morning his Mom (my bonus Mom) decided we should take the boys for a walk and I decided I should go for a run. It wasn’t far, it wasn’t fast and I cried the whole way but it was on that run that I started to find some comfort. I almost immediately signed up for a 70.3 that was 4 months away (before my husband passed we were going to sign up together). During those four months, I leaned heavily on my faith, my friends and my body to survive what I thought was unsurvivable. Since then if I am feeling down the first thing I do is get moving, even my boys will tell me, Mom you need to go run. Getting out and moving; whether it is running, biking, hiking or just playing outside has become an integral part of not only mine but my families way of life.