In 2013, I was 25 years old and inactive. I had recently moved to a new city, and even though I had a gym membership, I wasn’t inspired to go. I didn’t know anyone, and my main hobbies became eating food and drinking alcohol. I was deeply, deeply unhappy, self-conscious, and lacking in confidence.
One day, my now-husband came home from work, and told me that his office had challenged him to compete in a local 10K road race. I was surprised - at this point, the only exercise either of us did was going to the gym once a month. It was a big challenge, but he tackled it.
I absolutely loved watching him train. He didn’t have much of a structure - no training plan - and he didn’t see a huge transformation, physically. But he would come home from runs with such a buzz, and I really envied that. On race day, I felt this high amplified. There was so much energy coming from the crowd! I knew I wanted to be a part of that. I watched people cross the finish line, including him, and I was curious - could I run, too?