I never intended to start running. I began doing long-distance hikes and solo backpacking trips shortly after high school. In college, after leading a 3-week backpacking “orientation” course, I ran my first and only trail race. Six miles through Granite Mountain Wilderness. I ran it in Tevas and won the women’s division. Throughout college, I biked a little, walked/hiked a lot, and ran every now and then. The exhilaration is what hooked me. The times I ran were few and far between, but powerful. I have run in moccasins, Tevas, Chacos, flip-flops and bare feet. I ran when the feeling arose and walked again when I got out of breath. I never ran on roads; only trails; only wild; always alone.
Late in 2009, I made some major dietary changes. I took gluten, dairy and eggs out of my diet with profound results. I felt better than I had in...well, ever! I had always enjoyed what I though was excellent health with only a few minor annoyances I attributed to age. After removing the above mentioned foods from my diet, I felt like I could do anything. My head was clearer; I felt more organized, less emotionally driven, stronger in all ways; I felt alive and AWAKE. I felt like running.
It came over me like a rogue wave. I wanted to run and I wanted to do it every day.
I started running just after the Winter Solstice 2009, one and one-half months after going gluten free. Kevin had been reading Born to Run by Christopher McDougall (a great read!) He gave it to me and I devoured it. I felt so affirmed. Yes! That was why I always felt so alive and “right on” during and after running. I am meant to run.
Everything feels better when I run, my body, my mind, my spiritual connection to everything. So it began...
I run every day I can, sometimes 2 times a week, sometimes 5. I usually cover between 20 and 30 miles a week. My immediate goal is to do (at least) two 10 mile runs a week with two or three shorter runs in between. I change my routes often, but they are always in the mountains, on the mesas, in the canyons, along creeks and through meadows. I run out my door and keep going; Just me, the dogs and the eyes of the wild ones.