I started running competitively when I was 8 years old. During the annual PE mile run I finished in the top of the grade, I was invited to compete in the annual Halloween run, a mile race held in October for all the local elementary schools. I did well and was on my way to a long career. I ran in races sponsored by schools, municipalities, and fundraising fun runs. I loved running and would race whenever I could.
In high school I continued to work hard with hopes of earning a college scholarship. I set the school record in the 800m and 1500m. I was a state contender 6 times between track and cross country and finished 11th in cross country (5k) and 5th in the 1500m.
I earned a scholarship to a community college. I could have gone to other more prestigious schools, but my school of choice was close to my heart. I was born in that city, it is where many family members still live, I had spent happy summers there, plus it was affordable and had my major.
I was happy with my choice to run at a community college. I ran there for two years, I had great success, and wonderful experiences.
Best of all it is where I met my husband. He proposed to me on the track a few weeks before nationals of my sophomore year. After 12 years of serious competition I was ready for a change. I traded in my running shoes for a sparkly diamond.
Since my final nationals in April of 2001 I have run off and on, nothing serious, not a lot of competition. I would always try to get DH to join me in my passion for running but to no avail.
Two months ago his buddy at work invited my husband to run a marathon with him. My DH who HATES running said YES, with one requirement; that I do it with him. So... after 10 years of marriage with regular pleas, invitations, and bribes (wink wink) to run with me, he agrees to run a MARATHON with a work buddy. Sometimes I doubt my charm. I of course jumped at the opportunity to train with my hubby. While we rarely run together, (DS#2 hates the jogger) we are enjoying training with a common goal.