I wasn’t always a runner. I started sports at a very young age. I think my parents were just trying to get me into activities that would bring my energy levels down. I was one of those I-can’t-go-to-bed-because-I-might-miss-something kind of kids.
It started with youth soccer and youth basketball when I was 5 years old. I think that team sports taught me how to respect others and work with people in a constructive yet competitive environment. By the time I was 8 years old I had also decided that I really wanted to join the local swim team. As a swimmer I started learning how much I enjoyed pushing myself to improve in sport. In swimming you’re always out there racing other people, but win or lose, I found that I could take solace in improving on my performance. Sometimes a PB brought me more joy and satisfaction than winning; it was all about doing my best on the day.
In the 8th grade my dad told me I should join the cross country team in order to help with my swimming. I thought he was crazy. Running sucked. It was hard. It hurt. But I kept at it.