(2018) I’ve run this 5K course more than a few times; I know we have more than a few blocks to go. I know this threshold I-might-puke-now feeling well, but this threshold is new. I try to ignore the time on the clock, the pace on my watch, the heart nearly beating out of my … Continue reading I see the finish line (and then I chase the next one)
The pain appeared gradually, barely noticeable at first. In the beginning, it truly was nothing more than a little soreness. Just something requiring a little extra TLC. But the soreness lasted for days, and as the mileage increased, soreness evolved into pain.
My relationship with running mirrors my relationship with my body: a circuitous journey of love, hatred, passion, and distrust. Running has been taken away from me many times — countless bone injuries, some mysterious niggles, and a couple episodes of burnout outline this relationship. This, however, was the first time I’ve made the choice to step away from my running shoes. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.
I don’t remember my first run or even my first race. I can’t pinpoint exactly when running became my sport, but I know it started around 11 or 12. During my early childhood I dabbled in dance, gymnastics, and baton. I was never exceptional at any of these sports, but I loved being active. My … Continue reading More Than Sport
L9P Community Post: Julia Werth Lane 9 Project's May 2018 Writing Prompt: It was supposed to be easy... It was supposed to be easy. It really was. It was just a snack, not even a full meal. How many times in my life had I simply grabbed two pieces of bread, popped them in the … Continue reading It was supposed to be easy, Community Post