I haven’t felt such an overwhelming need to write in a long time. I find myself thinking about topics to write about everyday, but finding the time to put fingers to keyboard rarely happens. Writing can be such an arduous task–checking for spelling, grammar, and typos–that I’ve become disgusted with the entire thing, so I’ve avoid the situation. But I’ve decided that my craft is worth the pain, and I will jump back into this whole thing.
I feel like so much has happened since my last post. I’m a runner now. Recently, I completed my first 10K, and I’ve run a few 5K races before that. Next summer, I am training for my first half-marathon, and I still shock myself when I hear those words come out of my mouth.
I’ve never been a runner. I dreaded running in gym class and couldn’t stand the task. When I got older, I started to admire the peacefulness I would see on the face of runners and decided I wanted that experience. Now I can’t stop myself. Running is a sport where you can easily see improvement. Once you’ve met one goal, another one can be created to conquer. I’m a very goal-oriented person, and I love taking down a new challenge. Running allow me to set a goal, work toward it, and complete it. I couldn’t be happier.
And with each goal that I conquer, I become more confident in myself and what I can accomplish–on and off the trail.