As I signed up for the local running/walking club (Indy Runners), I had to check either ‘runner’ or ‘walker.’ It felt kind of funny to check ‘runner,’ because I have always been a self-professed non-runner (walker); my husband has always been the runner of the family. My, how things change over 40-some years. I threw shotput and discus in track during high school, because I hated running. I tried to become a runner many times over the years, but it never really took.
Why the change? Maybe my custom-made shoe orthotics have some magical powers (or not, since my times are not exactly breaking any records). Maybe it is because I am finally able to run long enough to get a runner’s high, the euphoria that makes you feel like you could run all day. Or is it because I have learned how to listen to my body, after many sessions of physical therapy over the years? Whatever the reason, I love it!
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