Running
I started running races in 2012. As a casual runner in college, I'd run about 1-2 miles a couple of times a week to keep in shape. When my sister ran her first half marathon, it inspired me to do the same, so I signed up for one a couple of months later. My first race was 10 miles in April 2012 and I ran my first half marathon a month and a half after that. I've done 7 half marathons now and I ran my first marathon in May 2013.
I am a very very average runner. I race to beat my own times and aim to finish faster than half of the runners in a race.
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| Sister, me, and Mom at the 2012 Haunted Hustle. |
The Why of it All.
This blog exists for two reasons.
I like reading other people's race experiences. I like reading about the running experiences of people who ran the same race as me. I like knowing what races people choose to run and why. It inspires me when people have successes in their training and I empathize when injury derails plans. I write because maybe somebody else like me also cares.
I distinctly remember my college art professor describing an installation project in a high rise apartment in Manhattan New York. The artist installed a speakerphone out on the street so that the sounds through the speakerphone would intermix with the busy vibrant sounds of New York City. My professors' friends, the residents of the apartment, found themselves voicing ideas and opinions into that speakerphone more often than they thought, even though they were quite sure nobody from the street could actually hear them. Somebody gave them a podium and they told the world what they had to say.
This has resonated with me for quite a while, the self-absorbent human nature that thinks all of our ideas and opinions are worth speaking out loud, regardless of who hears it or the impact of our words. Blogs in particular serve this purpose, and I'm no less a victim of human nature.
So here it is. A voice because whether my race and running experiences are worth being written down and out in public, they are worth recording and reliving for myself. And my friends are tired of hearing about it.
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| Biking on the Badger State Trail. |
