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I wrote about my desire to start training for a 5k, and really, I have – mom and I go for walks, but for some reason, I haven’t started running.

Until today. I watched my high school marching band in a parade, and needed to talk to my director. I took off a few floats after they passed, walking the whole route quickly trying to catch up. When I finally reached the end, I heard the quad taps on a back street – and took off running through yards to catch up.

And you know what?

IT FELT GREAT.

I don’t know what I was so afraid of. When I was done, was I exhausted? Yes. (Did my phone fall out of my pocket? Yes, but I found it later.) I didn’t want to stop.

So, finally – here I am.

A runner.