Two years ago, I was not a runner. I wasn’t even close. A mile was a huffing and puffing punishment for me. This week I registered for the 2012 Marine Corps Marathon, and I hope to complete it.
Since I first hit a treadmill about 15 months ago, I’ve run in 3 races and racked up a score of training miles. In a few days I’ll be finishing my second half marathon, and a 10 mile race the week after that.
The satisfaction I get from running is having achieved something that previously seemed impossible. The physical benefits are great, but the pride from kicking a goal in the ass is why I keep going.