You guys, I forgot my anniversary. It was a big one, too. Not in my relationship, not at my job, not a milestone after conquering an addiction, but my anniversary for this, right here with you.
Two years ago I had a reawakening. January 15, 2013 was my first blog post of my first messy mile. It was horrible. It hurt. I was embarrassed to put that experience out for the world to see, but I needed to work through it. After moving across the country in 2012, I felt lost in every sense of the word. Running and writing (and writing about running) helped me find my place.
The past two years have included victories, injuries, ambitious goals, unmet expectations, and a ridiculous amount of spreadsheets.No matter how much my life changes, my gratitude toward running remains constant. I don’t always like running, and more often than I care to admit I’d prefer a lazy morning on the couch, but I’m sincerely grateful for its role in my life.
Over the past two years, I went from huffing and puffing through one mile to completing a marathon. The journey hasn’t been pretty or tidy or linear, but I’m still moving forward.
….and that’s something I’ll always remember.
Racing the Hare 