My two-year running anniversary approaches on September 1st, and running has changed my life in so many ways that I can't even begin to explain them. Most of all, I worry less about what my body looks like and spend more time proud of what it can do. Turning 40 with a Mickey marathon medal was something I never would have dreamed of, and I did it.
It also brought me even closer to the best husband anyone could ever dream of, and we crossed that line together, a year and a half after walking the deck on the Disney Magic and saying, "Wouldn't it be cool to run a marathon when we're 40? Yeah, right, ha ha." But the seed was planted.
We mapped out a two-mile course in our neighborhood, and the first day I ran about a quarter of a mile and sounded like a full-blown asthmatic. Every day I did "one more driveway," and in January I finished the marathon. Sunday I did the half at Cincinnati's Flying Pig, and I have no intention of stopping. Ever.
Also, I have a son who has been cursed with a body type that is predisposed to weight gain, high cholesterol, and so forth. He is only ten years old, and was diagnosed with high cholesterol at five. He didn't ask for this, but he will have to deal with it for all of his life. By getting out there and running, I am showing my commitment to work with him toward a long and healthy life. He finished his first 5K on Saturday, and I was so proud I could have burst.
With the possible exception of becoming a mother, running has been the most transformative experience of my life. I'm not fast, and I'll probably never win a race, but I DID IT. I accomplished what for me was the impossible.
I don't mean to get too cheesy here, but this really might be the most important change I've ever made in my life.