I used to be a runner. I might say that even saying "used to be" means I never was, because let's face it. runners die running. They run until they are 80 something. So I am to running what a social smoker is to cigarettes. I started running cross country in ninth grade after previous attempts at sports were unsuccessful (didn't make basketball in middle school...being 5'2" didn't help, and I "made" softball but that just meant that I shared a uniform with someone else and got to play in one game all season...and the next year stuck to stats. I had a brief stint with cheerleading and I loved flying, but I'm really just not a cheerleader either). That was the first year that we had XC at our school and I got "most improved" because my time went down 7 minutes during the season... which led to the comment "geez, how slow were you?" Which was fair. I got lost in the woods my first race because I was that far behind. But I did improve quite a bit, stuck with it, got top ten in my conference as a sophomore, etc.
I ran on a club team in college and finished a half marathon. But I dropped off and getting back to running has been a lot like a yo-yo diet. When Garrett and I met on a field school in Natchez, MS I was getting up at 6:30 every morning to run 3 miles before digging for the next 8. That lasted for about a month. The time changed and I was tired. I go on health kicks and then not so healthy kicks pretty regularly but having a wedding date is definitely motivation to get into gear. As soon as I got to Birmingham (I moved here from NC with my fiance) I got engaged (the day I got here) and started running. Then I hurt my knee on the kitchen table and was out of commission for weeks! So I'm back to it now. There are lots of pretty parks around here and a lot of runners. I did have a gym membership back in NC but right now I'm not working completely full time and running is free. So a little closer to October I'll probably start gyming so I can tone. It's still hard though, my brain finds any excuse not to run and the only realistic time being the morning is hard too.
What keeps you on track (no pun intended)?