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I just felt like running.

March 10, 2012

I’d like to take a break from talking about baking for a post, and instead focus on my second favorite thing to do: running.

Today I ran my 4th “official” race. It was a 5 mile run, at the Philadelphia Art Museum. It was cold. But man, it was worth it. It’s always worth it. There’s nothing quite like the energy of a race, particularly a big one. Hundreds of people, just waiting to start running, all doing it for their own personal reasons – health, a cause, an escape – and all at their own pace. The air is electric at a race – regardless of your personal reasons, the goal is the same: to cross the finish line. We’re all connected by our desire to finish. Yes, it can be competitive – but it’s never angry or hostile. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Everyone wants to see everyone else finish. We’re all in this together – a large mass of continuous movement, floating through the atmosphere to our destination. Everyone is smiling at each other, everyone respects each other. It’s a beautiful thing, and if you haven’t ever participated in a race, I highly recommend it.

from a 5k last fall. I won my age group!!

But what I’ve really been thinking a lot about lately, is how I got here. Four years ago (the summer of 2008), I started to get more into running. I ran a couple miles a day, and realized I actually liked it. 10 years ago, I was very into fitness, but really only running a mile at the gym to warm up for the rest of my workout. 18 years ago, we had to run the mile in 11th grade gym class, and I cheated. I cheated running 1 mile. That’s right folks, I was a lazy teenager. Thanks to the good genes of my slender parents, I remained relatively so as well, but I was by no means in good shape. We had to run 4 times around the football field to complete the mile. I had this grand scheme that I shared with my friend: “hey, if I run slow enough, I can let the faster runners catch up to me on my third loop, and it will look like I ran all 4.” It worked. Shame on me.

a welcome sign at 17 years old.

Flash forward to last weekend. I went out for a Saturday afternoon run, and 1 hour and 38 minutes later, I had run 9 miles. Not only had I run 9 miles, but I felt GREAT. Honestly, I felt like I was walking. I  had to check about 5 miles in to make sure I was actually still running because it felt so…natural.

it all starts with a dream and a desire.

Now, I will never be the fastest runner; that’s OK. I may never run a full marathon; that’s OK too. (I am running my first half next month though – so stoked!). The point is that a person who cheated running 1 mile is fully capable of running 9. You can always change yourself, you just have to want to. A very wise man once said, “There’s still time to change the road you’re on.”  So put on your sneakers, and do it. 🙂

Run like the wind.

October 9, 2011

This morning, we went out for our very first run. We were raring to go and couldn’t wait to hit the road, literally.

all laced up with somewhere to go.

We started off in a quiet neigborhood, running through the streets. It was a little chilly, and we felt a little loose, which caused some initial concern (this could be a returnable offense). But soon enough, we got used to the feet we were made to protect, and we continued on to a park. We looped speedily and daintily around a lovely little lake, then back through the neighborhood, up the stairs and into the house, for a solid 2 mile outing.

At this point, was the moment of truth – would this be our home, or back to the store would we go? We saw the box on the floor, and as we were removed, first left, than right, we wondered where fate would take us.  For the love of Pete, not the box!!

think outside the box.

It was really only about 3 seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. We were lifted into the air, and placed….neatly in the corner of the room, where the old sneakers used to sit.

We we home.

The Starting Line.

October 8, 2011

Last night, we arrived at our new home. This is the moment all sneakers dream of in the factory – what we were made to do – become the  footwear of choice for an enthusiastic runner. We were very lucky – we became just that. Some sneakers don’t fare quite as well….they are either never bought at all, and wind up in a dollar store bargain bin somewhere, or – possibly worse – they are purchased, worn and used at first, then tossed into a closet until they wind up in a donation bag, barely having seen the sun, another sole wasted.

But not us – we found our perfect match. We knew as soon as our box was opened and we saw our new home for the first time – this was a runner’s closet. We were going to be used to our full potential, and traverse many, many miles.

And they’re off!

sole mates.