This is the first “making of” post. These will maybe define the “m” labels I’ve tacked to my brand. “Marathoner” being the easiest of the lot, I figure I’ll start there. You know, just to get warmed up.

In high school, I hated running.

I had this bad ankle that I used as an excuse every time running was threatening. By “threatening” I mean like a storm on the horizon. I’d hear a previous class had to run the mile in P.E. and sure enough, that old ankle would start acting up. I’d limp to class just for effect. I’d see some sort of run was brewing on my horizon, and bubble up my excuse, “I better be careful this bum ankle doesn’t get reinjured.” A track coach pointed out to me once that this “bad ankle” didn’t keep me from all the jumping I did as a cheerleader. Pish posh.

The first time I ran an entire mile I was 22 and I had 2 kids. This mile was on the treadmill in the student gym at Multnomah Bible College and it took me 12 minutes.

I felt like a rockstar.

I couldn’t have run another.

I started running on the bike path near my house with no idea how far or how fast I ran. In those early days, I was clueless about the cult that running can be, with its races for the everyman, books, magazines, clubs, and paraphernalia. Oh the paraphernalia. Then I fell down our townhouse steps and sprained my ankle and not long after, I got pregnant with our 3rd baby. So, quite quickly this little dabble into the running world came to an end. It might have been a near miss, I was still quite clueless. I did still think that only the crazy people ran all those miles up and down the I205 bike path. I would never spend that much time running.

After that 3rd baby was born I started running again. I gained extra weight when I was put on bed rest (thank God we don’t do this to women regularly anymore.) Running, my friends, is a cheap way to lose weight when you are 24 and poor with a house full of children. We had changed towns by then and I found new paths to run on. The baby weight fell off and for this, I was hooked on running.

I ran about halfway into my 4th pregnancy. By now, I was slogging my way through nursing school and running to burn off steam and stress and to find sanity. I started running again as soon as she was 6 weeks old. Because that’s how long you wait to start running again after you have a baby, right? Right?

I started running farther, just because I wanted to. I liked the challenge. I measured my run distances with my car afterwards. I remember days when I would run 9.5 miles – because running 10 miles was a ridiculous thing to do. In 2004 I started keeping a running log. I started reading magazines. I was one of the first owners of a Garmin Forerunner. I researched my shoes. I stepped my toe into the cult, literally and figuratively.

In 2007 I thought maybe I’d run a marathon. I’d never ran a race before so a couple of months before the marathon I decided to run a 5k – you know, to see what a race was like. My first marathon was the Crater Lake Rim Run. It’s a bear of a marathon. That’s all I will say on that for now.

Pregnancies numbers 5 and 6 I ran straight through and barely took days off after the birth. I ran a half marathon when baby number 6 was 19 days old. Yes, 19 days old. I think that officially makes me one of the crazy people. I’ve never run farther than a marathon and, yes it’s true, one day I hope to run an ultra (aka: farther than a marathon). On 11/21/16 I started a runstreak and I’ve run at least one mile every calendar day since.

Fast forward. Since I started logging in 2004, I’ve run over 14,000 miles. I’ve run 20 half marathons and 6 full marathons. I signed up for another full this fall, a Rhode Island marathon. So, I think I’ll blog about my training. Most people hate to hear marathoners talk about marathon training. But who cares, it’s my blog and I don’t expect anyone to read this anyway!

Truth is, many days, I still hate running.