I can pinpoint the day I became a runner.
My girlfriend Odessa asked if I wanted to sign up for a half marathon with her. She was already a seasoned runner and I was hesitant to take the plunge.
I had never run a 5k much less a half marathon. Odessa assured me that if I needed she would run-walk she with me.
The moment I signed up for the race I knew I was not going to walk it, I was going to suck it up and figure out how to run 13.1 miles .
Nearly five years later I am still running. A half marathon feels like a training run, it is not longer a distance I have to work towards.
I am a runner, I am not fast but I am definitely a runner. It is part of who I am, it is how I find my zen.
For the past month I have been sitting with a broken foot. Letting go of running was manageable. I was more concerned with how I was going to take care of my babies. I was consumed with the idea that I cannot carry my son, or chase and play with Taylor.
A few days ago, my doctor said that I am going to be in a cast for another four through eight weeks, then I can add weight bearing and slowly I can start to walk. As for running he said it is at least six months out.
No December marathon. No April Marathon.
Six months with no running, I wanted to cry.
I still want to cry.
I need a new way to find my zen.