Mad scientist by day, runner/spinner in the evenings, student whenever I can fit it in.

I grew up afraid of playing sports.  Hated, I mean *HATED* to run.  I quit t-ball when I was five just because they made us run laps around the field.  My asthma didn’t help matters much.  I found I could work best when I was on the cold ice or in a dance class.  I grew up in the ice arena, swapping out school phys ed for skating whenever I could.  I competed around the Midwest both at an individual level and on a team.  I was a cheerleader and on the dance team in high school.  I loved weight training, although my bench press left something to be desired.  And when I wasn’t skating, cheering, dancing, I would walk or rollerblade all over town.  (It’s easy to do when your town is 9 square miles.)  My high school boyfriend was a big cross country runner, and he tried to get me to run with him.  Nope.  Even though I thought he was “the one,” as one is apt to do at that age, it wasn’t enough to make me keep up with him.

I continued the rollerblading, walking, and weight training through college.  I also started to teach different group exercise classes – Kickboxing, Boxing (on the bags — totally thought I was bad ass), Step, and Water Aerobics.  And yes, Water Aerobics can totally kick your rear end.  After college, I became Spinning(R) certified when my mom wanted someone to go with her for her certification, and I’ve been teaching for 10 years.

I have always been adamant that I. Am not. A runner.  Well, about a year ago, I was getting ready to go for a walk using the trails around work.  I had just started a new job, and I saw my boss outside.  He’s a former Marine, disciplined, macho guy, and I was embarrassed to “just walk” in front of him.  So I started running.  And kept pushing myself to run.  At first it was a game – I have to run whenever the path crosses over the highway or a business driveway.  Then to run a bit longer.  Who knew that it was the push I needed to start on a different fitness path!  My friend and my sister convinced me to sign up for my first 5k in a very hilly neighborhood last September.  I did my second one in October.  After that, I was hooked.  Ran my first 10k in February, second in June, and I’m now training for my first half marathon.  If I can run, anyone can.   Just remember to breathe.


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