On Becoming a Runner (pt. 1)
I can clearly and completely remember the first time I went running for exercise. I was in college, in the early 90’s. I had always been athletic, even pretty fast as a kid, but had, in my gloomy adolescence, shunned all athletic activities. The famous “freshman fifteen” were threatening my body and I was determined to fight them off. My then boyfriend was an athlete who introduced me to the weight room and I signed up for aerobics classes. I watched my diet and not only fought off the fifteen, but went home at semester break almost fifteen pounds lighter than when I started. I soon tired of the classes and was looking for something new. This was before fitness centers and open gyms were on small campuses, and I wouldn’t have even known where to find a treadmill. Just off school grounds, there was a reservoir with a concrete loop around it that was popular for walking and running. The same boyfriend took me out there, new sneakers and all, and gave me some tips. I thought I ...