Introduction & Bio
When I first started running, it was out of pure necessity. I wanted to lose weight, and running seemed like the obvious choice.
Simple, effective, but, in my eyes, dreadful. I hated it.
Every run felt like a chore, and I could feel every inch of the distance dragging me down.
I remember one particular 5K that left me so exhausted I looked like I was barely moving. A friend drove by, laughing at how broken down I looked, and I felt the embarrassment more than the fatigue.
I made excuses constantly, too busy, too sore, too tired. Anything to avoid facing the run again.
It was so tempting to just give up, and some days, I did. But little by little, something started to shift.
I stopped counting the steps and started noticing that each run was changing something inside me. Every time I pushed through, I realised I could do more than I thought.
That’s when running stopped being just about fitness and became something bigger.
It became a way to face myself and everything I thought I couldn’t do.
Somewhere along the way, I started to believe. Not just in running but in my ability to tackle life head on.
With each mile, I was proving to myself that I could take on more, that I could handle whatever came at me. And when life got hard, when things felt impossible, I could fall back on what I’d learned on those long, lonely runs. I’d remember what it felt like to want to quit and how I’d kept going.
Over the years, I’ve taught myself how to train, how to handle setbacks, and how to dig in when things get rough. I’ve learned how to breathe through the pain and find strength in the struggle.
Running has taken me from that person who used to dread the first step to someone who looks forward to every mile ahead. It’s been a journey, but I can look back now and see how far I’ve come, not just in miles but in belief.
Running didn’t just change me. It saved me, one step at a time.