Running

Running. That word usually makes me want to cry. It is not my favorite activity. I'd rather jump off a cliff. I wasn't always this way. When I was in Elementary school running the mile wasn't my favorite day but I didn't dread it. (For the record square dancing day was my favorite:). Looking back I think my dislike of running started in eighth grade. We were running the mile and my teacher was psychotic. He told us if we stopped once or walked we would fail that term. On my third of five laps around the field, I told him I was going to throw up. He told me to keep running or fail. Ha. Well on my fourth lap around the field, his shoes got the brunt of my throw up. Needless to say, I walked the fifth lap. And I passed the class. Well since then I have strongly disliked running.

Over the years I have tried to get into running, but I have finally figured out why I couldn't ever stick with it. I was running outside. I have a lot of allergies, most prominently to grass. Whenever I ran past a lawn that had been mowed within the last few days, I couldn't breathe. So I would give up on running.

Well at the beginning of the summer, my sister and best friend decided we are doing the dirty dash in september. Well obviously I'm not gonna look like a fool at the dirty dash, so I started running at the rec center. And guess what???? I can run. I'm not fast. In fact I can usually walk faster. I can't go much farther than a mile. But still. I can run. I'm so proud:)