Becoming a Runner

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In the past three months, I’ve become a runner.  It’s an odd transformation, particularly because I’ve run before without becoming a runner.  I was a member of my school’s cross country team during my senior year of high school, but I was a basketball player trying to get in shape after a summer spent working at Burger King.  I was not a runner.  I took a jogging class a couple of years ago and ran over 150 miles in a semester, including two races, but I was a recently married 30 year old woman trying to share my marathon-running husband’s interest.  I was not a runner.

This fall, when I moved, a neighbor asked me if I was a runner; she was in need of a running partner.  I had just finished a 5k a few weeks before, but I hesitated.  I was a person who ran sometimes, but I was not a runner.  Now, after three months of getting up before the sun to run two miles in sometimes freezing weather, I finally feel like a runner.  I ask my marathon-running husband if he’d like to run with me in the evenings.  He shakes his head, “I don’t like running when it’s so cold outside.” .  . .  and he calls himself a Canadian.

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About Kimberly McCollum

I'm a former middle and high school science teacher and current stay at home mom.
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2 Responses to Becoming a Runner

  1. Andrea says:

    Kimberly, that is so good! Running is so healthy for you and it’s such a great way to start your day. Your last comment made me laugh. I would say the same thing.

  2. @Andrea – Robb has informed me that I am guilty of perpetuating stereotypes of Canadians and I must repent. 🙂

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