My first running memory is from fifth-grade track and field day. Apparently, my performance left quite an impression on my teacher as he nicknamed me "Molasses."

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I never felt a desire to run in high school or college even when a friend said I had a "runner's body." After college, I ran from time to time but didn't get serious until 2011.

 

After buying my first pair of running shoes, I ventured out for a 1.6-mile run around my neighborhood. I stopped three times, puked in the driveway and thought I was going to die.

But I stuck with it and finished my first half marathon about six months later.

 

Now, I have qualified for and completed the Boston Marathon, run ultras up to 100K and finished on the podium for multiple age group awards. I have also combined my passions for writing and running into this blog.

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If you'd like to share your story, feel free to contact me.

 

Happy reading and running!