Tuesday, February 15, 2011
This summer will mark my 37th year since I started running. It was an early June day in 1974 when I was 10 years old and went to visit my Dad in Redondo Beach, California. He and my Mom had been divorced for a few years and I was living in Las Vegas at the time. I took the short flight to LA and looked forward to spending some time with him. Even in 74', at age 37, my Dad was already a seasoned runner of around 10 years. He had been getting up early mornings and running before work. One day I asked him if I could come with him, and so it started. He lived virtually right on the beach, so we just hoped on the bike path and headed south toward Palos Verdes. I would only last about a mile then would have to walk. He would continue on for a quarter mile or so and circle back and then I would start running again for another half mile and start walking again. This would continue for the whole run of around 5 miles. We did this every morning for a week until I was running in longer bursts then finally after two weeks I could run the whole 5 miles, at 10 years old. After I came back home to Vegas, the running continued for awhile but became less frequent. It wasn't until I joined the Army at 17 that my running started to become more of a daily routine again. I did some running through high school, track, xc, but never really took it seriously. It wasn't until I turned 21 that I really started to focus on running and racing and to date, haven't stopped. Sorry for the ramble, but I just started thinking about this when I got up today and thought I'd share.