I ‘m often asked “Why did you start running?” to which I struggle with a response because I don’t really remember waking up one day and saying to myself “Hey, I know, I’ll start running today”. That said, I do remember registering for my first half marathon with tears in my eyes in honour of my grandma who always told me I could do anything I set my mind to.
Yet I don’t believe that was my first official “race”. I remember running cross-country in grade school, track in middle school (400, 800 and 1500m distances) and even running the Texaco Mile with my girlfriend when I was 12. (I even found YouTube video of the Elite women in the race). I also remember loving the feeling of my heart beating in my chest, the wind in my hair and the power in my legs every time I ran.
I may even have been born with the love of running:
My dad encouraged my running, in fact I even remember running around the block with him, talking about school, upcoming track meets etc. I grew up in the corner of a crescent, and I remember playing road hockey, tag, and hide-and-go-seek for hours with my brother and the neighbour boys. For me, running was fun and social.
As a parent, raising daughters, I find it very important to foster that natural love of activity that I believe all children possess. As the same-sex parent, I know that my daughters look up to me to be a role-model. The way that I discuss my body will be how they view their body. The way I approach fitness will be the way they approach fitness, so when they ask me why I run, I will simply answer with the truth:
Because it’s fun.
Why do you run?