From the girl who has had a dysfunctional relationship with her body since she was 12. . .
Who always wanted to be an athlete but always quit before she really tried just in case she might really try and then really fail. . .
Who ate her way into 5 extra pounds in college to deal with stress. . . .
And then had to walk to build her weak muscles into fitness during the summer. .
And still does not have this thing called healthy living all figured out. . .
I ran a 5K Saturday.
In 23 minutes and 13 seconds.
I came in ninth out of 60ish people, the 8 people ahead of me were two VERY athletic boys and 6 high school track/cross-country runners, and I even beat our school's head athletic trainer by 3 seconds.
I walked today for exercise, but I'm itching to get my shoes on and run again, because I spent all of Saturday after the race unable to concentrate, only able to think Oh my freakin' goodness, I'm a runner. An athlete.
I'm 20 years old and for the first time since I was 11, I'm the person I've always wanted to be: an athletic book-loving, tea-drinking teacher/runner/student.
I'm still determined to get my time under 20 minutes by the time I'm 25, but for now I'm going to keep basking in this beautiful thing called finding myself.




great post! It look me until I was probably 28 to realize I was the person I always wanted to be. Enjoy it!!!
