Can a 50 plus woman with zero athletic ability throughout her life become a lean, mean running machine? I intend to find out. Here's the story so far:
I started running just shy of 3 years ago when I retired. I had all this time on my hands and I wanted something that would challenge me; something that would be my passion; and if it somehow improved me then all the better. I had 3 options: I would either take French lessons, learn to play the piano, or take up running. Since I am very frugal (translation: cheap) I settled on running since I already had tenny shoes, shorts and tshirts and I didn't have to hire an instructor.
So very early one morning, I laced up my shoes and headed out the door. I knew I looked pretty dorky so I didn't want anyone to see me, hence the early start. I didn't run far, I certainly didn't run fast, but I did run. Turns out, after a couple of months of false starts and a pretty steep learning curve, I decided I enjoyed it.
So here I am, still running. I have a few races under my belt, 5ks and 10ks and one half marathon which I will post about later. I am still slow and clumsy. But I am a runner.
My blog will be primarily about the trials and travails and joy of running, with a sprinkling of travel and sporty cars and shooting tossed in. And I will keep everyone posted on my 32 year quest for the perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe...