First Blog Post – Such An Original Title, I know

Here it is, my first blog post. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing so you’ll have to bear with me and my grammatical errors, which I’ll try to keep to a minimum. I decided to start a blog to recap memorable moments on my running journey. Ones that deserve the full story, but are too long to post in its entirety on social media. The good, the bad and the ugly.

There’s nothing about my story that makes me extraordinary or different from anyone else. In fact, I’m much like you. I enjoy good food, good drinks, laughing and being outdoors. I started running for the same reason many people start running, to be healthier and to be the best version of me possible. It wasn’t for vanity. It wasn’t to impress people. It was to change the way I felt about myself. We all have those moments when we want more for ourselves. It’s what we do in those moments that will determine what happens next. Do I continue to be unhealthy and unhappy, or do I take the bull by the horns and do something about it? We all have to start somewhere, and for me running was my starting point.

The first time I laced up those shoes, I wasn’t fast, I struggled, I hated it. I wasn’t running a 5k first time out the door. Over the course of nine weeks I worked away at my goal to run 5k non-stop and complete my first 5k race, the Army Run. There were moments of complete frustration, moments when I would be irritated and wanted to quit, but I didn’t. I gave myself a rule: if a run is going to irritate me, I’ll be pissed off about it for a day but as soon as I wake up the next morning, it’s time to move on and focus on the next step. Dwelling on a bad run isn’t going to get me to where I want to be, pitter-patter.

Fast forward to September 18th, 2011. I lined up in my race corral, a friend next to me both getting ready to run our first race. I’m nervous as all hell. A million questions whirling around. Do people around me know I’m new to running? What do I do if my shoe unties and I’m in the middle of the road? What if I need to pee? What if I get hungry? I wonder what kind of snack I’ll get when I’m done? At 8:00 a.m. the sound of the howitzer echoes through the streets of downtown Ottawa (fun fact, a cannon is used instead of a starter pistol at the Army Run). Off we go. I crossed the line of my first 5k in 33:59. I was so proud of myself for sticking with my training despite all the frustrations I felt over the course of nine weeks. I did it, I f-ing did it! I met up with my now husband and best friends in the finishing area. I tell them all about the race and that I was hoping for a donut or a cookie. Instead we got half a stale bagel and a banana.

That moment has been with me ever since. Seeing what I am capable of doing is the best feeling in the world. Pushing myself to the next level. My friends and family always joke that when I want to do something, I’m all in. I give it my all until I’m fully satisfied, no excuses.

Since 2011 I’ve completed multiple 5ks, 10ks, half marathons, a 30k and a full marathon. I also recently started the process of challenging a Marathon Run Coach certification with the North American Academy for Sport Professionals. I want to give back to the sport that has given me so much. I want to work with people so they can reach their goals and feel the way I do every time I get the chance to cross a finish line.


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