I’ve been running for years, (like 23 of them), but only started my true love affair with running 4-5 years ago when I sought Eric Orton to coach me to my first ultra marathon. At that time I didn’t “love” running. I ran for years for fitness and to keep my weight in check. I do not look like the lean female runners I see on the pages of Runner’s World. I tuned out the time running with music and did everything I could to distract me from the torture of exercise. I only signed up for an ultra because of a friend who was doing one and wanted someone to run with her. I only reached out to a coach because I didn’t have a clue how to “train” and I sure as hell didn’t want to sign up for an ultra and not be able to complete it.
4-5 years later, I find myself on a jeep road in the middle of nowhere, running freely for the pure joy of running. My own heartbeat and footsteps my music, with the accompaniment of wind, critters scurrying and birds chirping. Completely aware of everything within and without, completely alone and completely complete. I may run 3 miles, or, on occasion...over 100.