It was the beginning of 2008 and I had
Eager as ever I found a half and signed up like it was no big deal. Then it hit me. I paid (a good chunk of change) to run 13.1 miles. I couldn't back down. I
It wasn't easy. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever prepared myself for. Physically it was difficult to run so many miles (I'd never been "a runner" prior to this new goal), but mentally it was just as taxing.
April 20, 2008 I ran my first half. Then I ran a second a few months later, and a third a few months after that.
|The first two photos (left to right) are from my very first half. The last two are from the second half I ran in 2008.|
Fast forward to 2010 and I was in a severe car accident.
|1) My car, or what was left of it. 2) Another shot of my destroyed car. 3) My right arm: both bones had snapped. 4) Home from the ER - bringing sexy back. 5) My arm, all fixed. Those plates are still in my arm today. 6) Cast removal day.|
After my accident I had a really rough time. With the exception of close friends and family, no one knew I suffered from depression. I went from an active 20-something who ran halves, swam all the time, and played volleyball and softball on the weekends, to someone who couldn't bring her forefinger and thumb together. Needless to say, I'd given up on so much, especially running.
With a ton of love and support from Scott I was pulled from that darkness. After countless hours of therapy I rediscovered my running shoes. My love for pounding the pavement was being rekindled. Then I found out I was pregnant and had slight complications in the first trimester. Again, running went by the wayside.
Six weeks after Marcus was born I was finally cleared to run again. The beginning was hard. Each and every mile was a struggle, more work than I had expected. Slowly, very slowly I began tacking on miles and picking up my pace.
Life has thrown a few unexpected twists and a few times I've slipped from the running path. But something keeps drawing me back to all those miles...
April 28 I will run the Huntington Beach 1/2, almost exactly five years from the first half I ever ran. To say I'm excited is an extreme understatement.
These days I don't only run for me. I run for my little man as well. I want Marcus to grow up enjoying a good workout, staying healthy, being outside, setting a goal and sticking to it. I want Marcus to see that hard work and determination do pay off.