The Story of How a Runner Was Born …
The first time I tried to take up running as my new sport of choice, I almost hyperventilated after sprinting down one block, broke out into a full-blown cold the next day, and declared myself a Non-Runner.
Yes, I concluded, there were specific individuals on this planet who were born physically incapable of moving at speeds greater than a brisk pace. I was one of the chosen few.
About ten years later, I forgot about this particular fact and decided that I was going to try running again. This time, I ran for 15 minutes before my lungs gave out. Then a couple of days later, I tried it again. By the following week, I was running for 30 minutes and still vertical at the end of it.
It was at that moment I knew. A runner was born …
The First Race
Awestruck at my new abilities (Non-Runners could clearly adapt under favourable conditions), I took the obvious next step: signing up for a 10k race!
Needing the encouragement and threat of public humiliation from others, I created a blog to track my progress, fight with Jake (whose time of 53:36 I had vowed to beat), and request that people kick me in the ass if I was slacking off.