Live Healthy, Live Proud!
Just 4 short months after my first steps as a runner, I suited up in my 1980’s sweatpants and headed out for my first race. It’s a day I’ll never forget. I picked up my friend who had become my running mentor over that summer and we headed to the start line. Proudly adorning my race number on my chest, I was feeling a little like I lost a bet. Nerves lead to the hunt for porta potties before the start!
My first race was special, a 10K held on September 11 that year. The thoughts of the victims fueled me. No matter how much it hurt, at least I was able to run this rainy day. The spirit at the start line was electric like every race I’ve been at since. The middle was torture, because like any newbie, I had not accurately assessed my goal time. I toughed it out with a sprint to the Finish Line. I had done it…and I was hooked on the spirit of the race.
Today I am thankful to my mentor for sticking with me and introducing me to the comeradery of the running community. I have been fortunate to have gained hundreds of friends all over Canada and the USA, from all walks of life, because “We are all runners”.
Training, tapering, carbo-loading and racing: the things that bind our friendships. All of us addicted to the energy of the processes. The spirit at a race culminates with the emotion at the Finish Line of a Marathon. Experience it, even as an observer, and you’ll agree.
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