Honestly, my story is a bit of an embarrassing one, but one I share in the hopes that someone else may not be discouraged and have the fortitude to go forward no matter how unlikely their goal. Just over 3 years ago, I was sitting at a church gathering when the discussion of weight came up. I've decided since then it should be a forbidden topic among women. An older woman in my neighborhood made several comments that I would never marry as long as I was [chubby], and that I needed a body to match my cute face, etc. Needless to say, I was devastated by what she said, but in the classic "chubby" fashion I made some joke and laughed it off.

Prior to this, I had dabbled in running before, but convinced it would never amount to anything really. I wasn't very good at it and struggled to make it very far without taking long walking breaks. Plus, I was horrible at P.E. in high school. How could I ever be any kind of runner? Well, her comment gave me the push I needed. I was so embarrassed and humiliated by the remarks said in front of my peers that I was out running that week. I soon set a goal to complete 4 races before my 40th birthday. My first race was a challenge. It was "just" a 5k, but even the parents pushing strollers were killing me. It was when my nephew ran beside me for a moment that it gave me the push to continue on. I did horrible, but it was a start. I completed 3 more races (all 5k) before my birthday and met my goal. That accomplishment led to my first half marathon soon afterwards, and I haven't stopped. October will be my 4th anniversary of racing. I've completed 58 races to date, including several triathlons, half marathons, relays and other lengths. Big Cottonwood will be my 64th race, 6th half marathon overall and my 19th race this year.

At first I was furious for the remarks, but now I am grateful. It started a drive that has led to amazing experiences and dear friendships. I'm still not a "perfect" runner, and I am still single, but so grateful for what I have accomplished and those who have blessed my life because I keep trying. Whatever the reason is to get you out the door and start, it is only a beginning. What matters is that you keep going and discover new reasons to continue running.