I began bowling when I was ten years old. I was never exceptionally good. I was above average, won a few tournaments, but that was it. Don't get me wrong, I can still pick up a mean 6/7/10 split.
I began running in college to fill the voice of being homesick. I wasn't exceptionally good at running either, but unlike bowling I could go run when I wanted, where I wanted, how I wanted, for any time I wanted and even if other runners saw me they wouldn't know me; my story.
My running came to a halt on Wednesday, October 17, 2001 when I was a pedestrian in a crosswalk struck by a speeding car. The accident changed me both physically and mentally. I went on to spend over a decade angry and self loathing over the 10 surgeries I had to have. I gained weight. I wasn't happy. I was in denial.
All of that changed at random in August of 2014. My boyfriend joined a gym, so I did as well. I had no intentions of taking it seriously, maybe only spending some extra time with him. My intentions were drastically incorrect.
I began losing weight. I began gaining muscle. I became brave. I became bold. I became badass. I wanted to run a 5k and trained for two months to run it. I ran it all. And since then I've been unstoppable becoming a half-marathoner and triathlete.
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