True story: When I first started running in my mid-twenties, I made it a whole two blocks, started hyperventilating like a hyena, and then proceeded to cry…like, ugly cry. I honestly thought there was something wrong with my body and my head, and that I might be dying. Those sure were good times. But, I kept at it. And the next few weeks/months that I went out, I calmed myself down and proceeded to run. It wasn’t pretty or fast, and my chest bounced more than kids on a trampoline, but I ran. An entire year after that, I did my first 5k; and a year after that I completed my first marathon. I did not win any of these races, but you bet your booty I completed them. And there were maybe some tears at the end – happy tears of course. (more…)