Day 6
I started running in 2008. That’s me during my first 10k - the Nike Human Race in 2008. I had never considered myself a runner before then. In fact, I loathed running. But at the time, I was working 3 jobs, putting myself through grad school, and having huge relationship problems.
My sanity threatened to pack its bags and leave.
So I hit the treadmill. Then, eventually the beach strand. One foot in front of the other - this motion, the air flowing through my chest, and the mental challenge to stay focused and committed in a run, became my therapy. It became my escape, my time; My time to dream, my time to think, my time to push out all the negative energy. It was my time to push myself and to work out my aggression.
A little over three years later, I have my own media company, graduate school is done, and that relationship is over. The one thing that has stayed constant is my running. In so many ways it has kept me on the straight and narrow. I’ve powered through a dozen races/events including 3 marathons and 2 Tough Mudders. And I’m proud to say, the best is yet to come.
My sanity unpacked its bags and has settled in, but only after I made a pact to travel with my running shoes always at my side.
