I was in first grade when I laced up my first pair of running sneakers, Reebok, which were all white, brand new, and not hand-me-downs. I loved the new sneaker smell when I opened the box, and I couldn’t wait to run in them.
At school, chasing the boys and playing tag were my favorite things to do. I felt free and strong. This is when my love for running began.
My uncle was an avid runner. He got me involved in running clubs and road races, and he brought me along to running events. I toed the line with all the runners, music playing over a loudspeaker, and the announcer speaking into a microphone.
There were cheers as we ran and snacks after the race. I still remember Freihofer’s chocolate chip cookies as a post-race treat…YUM!
It was a big party, and I was invited! Running at this age was never about winning, pace, or who I could beat. Running made me happy because it was my playtime.
When did your love for running begin? Share with us in the comments below or use for a writing prompt this week.
A RUNNER When do you call yourself a runner? After your first race Or two? When you get a coach A watch— Or fancy Nike shoes? Are you waiting for years to accumulate Or medals to shine? When do you call yourself a runner? I just need to get that time… I say It’s today— You lace your sneakers Out the door Minutes or hours Who’s keeping score? On the road or trail Enter races or Not. You show up— Give it your best shot! Your legs bound. Arms flow. Heart pumps. Fast or slow. You show up for yourself. No more doubt or question— A runner is you. What you're made to do.
Keep showing up—One day at a time. Thank you for reading.
I finally finished my Chosen book (💕loved it💕), and started reading "My Road". Wow, your farm memories brought back my own!! Freezy, poopy, hard unending work! My experience was so different, though, because of my dad. Yes, it all had to be done yesterday , but there was a joy in him that made all the difference. I didn't even know how blessed I was!