I'm 8 days into half marathon training.

Excuse me. What?

I know 8 days doesn't sound like a big deal where it's right on the cusp of "she's going to stick with it" and "doubt she'll keep it up", but a few short years ago I never ever envisioned myself saying anything remotely close to this. I used to despise running; ask me to go take a lap and I probably would have punched you in the face. I played field hockey and softball in high school, but rarely did much training out of season (tisk tisk, I know). It wasn't until my junior year or so when a friend encouraged me to start running, and painful as it was to take this beached whale to the pavement, it was the most invigorating, empowering feeling ever. There was no one I was up against but myself. It was an escape from the stresses of things that seriously harshed my mellow. I knew I could only get better, and that motivated me. So, since then, I've been obsessed! I certainly am not the fastest one out there, but I'm determined to improve (and fall more in love with it!) as these next few months unravel until the half marathon in the fall with some lovely pals :) Bring it on, hilly roads of Freeport! 

Oh...and to those of you out there who have never given running a shot, try it! 

The first pair of running shoes I wore out...many good, challenging miles in these suckers!