I started my love of running in 6th grade. You can find some of that story here. I ran off and on throughout the years, mostly off. The summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college I came home and decided I needed to lose the weight I had gained, so I ran some then. I also cut out pictures of Victoria Secret's models and taped them all over the house (my poor dad). That didn't last long either.
I dropped out of college to have my oldest son, Damian, but when I went back a year later I was told I needed 3 PE classes in order to graduate. I ended up having to stay for summer school to get them done, during that time I also did some workout videos and started taking Ephedrine, which I loved, and was able to lose 30 lbs or so. Then Ephedrine became illegal, I graduated college and I gained all the weight back.
Fast forward to age 34, I started running during my lunch break. At that time I ran for time. I had an hour lunch, so I'd run half an hour and then go back to work, sponge off and eat lunch. That lasted several months . . . until I got pregnant again. During my first trimester I was so tired that I was unable to do anything active (or at least that's what I told myself) and I quit running.
Then about 6 months after my second son, Maddox, was born something clicked in me and I started running again. I got hooked into some running blogs that talked about racing, and decided I needed to do a race. I also started blogging at that time.
Fast forward to age 41 (now) and I've run 12 5k's, 3 10k's, 6 half marathons, and 2 marathons. I've also run the Tulip Run (5 miles) 5 times (I walked once), Bloomsday (12k or 7.45 miles) 4 times (well, I walked 2 times) and did the Big Climb (climbing the stairs in a skyscraper in downtown Seattle) once.
I guess you could say I'm Running the Dream.