A cute boy

I started running in college for a free credit. By taking “running for life” — or something like that — I was able to knock out all my PE requirements with one course. Sounded like a plan to me. Once in the class I met a cute track-team boy who invited me to join him on runs.

Seems that, as with many things in life, it all started with a cute boy.

I was maybe running 9-10 miles a week but it was enough to drop ten pounds. I started doing crazy healthy things like bringing water bottles to parties so I wouldn’t drink beer. As long as you have something in your hand, people don’t ask what they can get you.

Eventually the beer came back into my life — as it should my friends — but never again in such large quantities.

The semester came to a close and the cute track boy disappeared, but my desire to run did not.

– rest day. 12 days to San Diego Marathon –

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