I’ve run most of my life. My dad and a few uncles are runners and got me interested as a very, young child. I ran cross country in high school, but back then, running was to help stay in shape for other sports and to clear my head.
One day, a friend convinced me to compete in a sprint triathlon with her, and I’ve completed two. Before the triathlon training, I’d only run two to four miles. After, I started averaging four to six, but this routine ended abruptly. I got sick, and was placed on oxygen for four months. No one was able to find a reason why my body wasn’t getting enough oxygen. I was sent to get a handicap license and told it would possibly be permanent. I never could imagine my self as a non-active person, I felt this is something I have, but it’s not what defines me. Then, to the surprise of my doctors, I got better.
A few months later with the support of my husband, I got back to running. It was a difficult process, a fourth of a mile had me gasping for breath. Eventually, I made my way back to running regularly, again. Then, I was blessed and became pregnant. I was labeled high-risk, so my doctors ask me to stop running, yet again.
Four years ago my friend in BAF, convinced me to run the Galveston toughest 10k with her. I’d never run a 10k, but I felt well trained enough to give it a try. The next year, I trained by myself and completed the bridge series and my first half marathon. Two years ago, I joined BAF, because I didn’t want to train alone and wanted a support network. Since joining, I’ve completed seven more half marathons and numerous other races.
The support and friendship here is amazing. I’ve accomplished more goals then I imagined, and the training schedule keep me accountable. Now as a member of the coaching team, I’m very happy to have the opportunity to provided support to new runners.
I’ve learned that in growth there is always regression. I’ve also learned that each day is a chance to begin again.