My sister running :)

Today I started running again.

A lot of people run. A lot of people start their love affair with running later on in life, in their college years or in their twenties. Some even start it in their 40s and 50s! And they fall head over heals in love with running. I am not that person.

Running and I have a familiar relationship. Running is like a sibling to me. Is anyone head over heals in love with their siblings? No. But I sure do love my sister in a way that I can't describe to someone unless they too are that close to a sibling. Running is like a sibling to me and not an old friend, because I ALWAYS go back to running. It's a sure thing with me, and it will love me no matter what. Friends come and go, some are life long buddies, but it's different than a sibling.

Running and I became sisters so to speak in 7th grade. It was not a willing relationship, much like what I am watching my boys Logan and Owen go through now with their new brother Eli. Sure they love him, but it's not something they would have chosen for their life. My relationship with running began like that. Apparently I have a "runner's body" and was not in any sports, so my 7th grade coach, "Coach Jay", told my parents to put me on the cross-country team. And so there we were, my sister Leah and me, two gangly girls with high tops who couldn't even run 1/4 of a mile. I continued running right through high school. I was actually really good at it. And so I always come back to it. It's something I know how to do, it's something I know well, and it's always there for me.

I will probably run on and off for short spurts my whole life. Much like Leah and I talk on the phone... it's more about quality than quantity. I will probably never do a marathon (but we should really never say never)... but I will enjoy my 5Ks just like I enjoy my 10 minute rambles with Leah.

Now I am off to walk with my mom-in-law. 174lbs and counting... moving on purpose :)