I started running when I was fifteen years old. It’s not a truly inspirational story but there was a why to how it all began. In high school I wasn’t the most devoted individual when it came to boys that I adorned with the title “boyfriend” and to tell the absolute truth I got caught kissing someone else. At fifteen hormones are just going everywhere and having come out of my awkward middle school phase my sophomore year, I was happy to have the attention. Well, once I was busted, I got dumped and it was well deserved. When I found out that my now ex-boyfriend joined cross-country, I thought it would be the perfect way to accidentally spend time with him. And so I signed up without much thought, thinking it would be an easy activity. I had run a lot when I played soccer and assumed that it would come naturally. Running is just moving your legs back and forth, right?
