It has come to the attention of the blogosphere that AJH at agegroupsrock
is my dear mother.
I thought it would be a fun post to tell you all the story of why I run. (Hint: it has more than a little bit to do with my mom.)
I will let AJH tell her own story some time, but to give you a little background: my mom was not always the size she is now…(I really wish I had some before and after pictures to enhance this story.) While I was growing up my mom was quite large (no offense, mom) and did not eat terribly well or work out terribly often. Due to this lifestyle, she had to have her gall bladder taken out and it served as a much-needed wake up call that motivated her to do a total 180 and start leading a much healthier life. She joined weight watchers to control the eating, and began walking to get her exercise. Well, one thing led to another and soon she was race walking, then she was running, then racing as a runner, and then at age 50 she ran her first marathon. (GO MOM!) I think the moment I watched her cross that finish line remains a prouder moment in my life than any of my own marathon experiences.
Watching my own mother progress from obesity to marathoner was all I needed to jump in the game myself. In 2007, I convinced my mom (it didn’t take much) to register for the Marine Corps Marathon. On my 23rd birthday, we ran my first (her third) marathon. I would like to be able to say we ran it together…but we didn’t, she beat me!
I ended up with a stress fracture that sidelined me for quite a few months but once I was healthy I was back on the road as a runner, but definitely not the race-obsessed-give-me-a-pair-of-running-shoes-and-I’ll-be-happy runner I am today. I needed one more push-and once again, it was my mother who pushed me.
In August of 2008, I was a cash-strapped campaign worker, and it was my mother’s birthday month. What could I give my mom that would involve no money but that would make her happy? How about the gift of running? So I made some cheesy little coupons, stuck them in an envelope and promised my mother that over the course of the next year, I would join her for 5 races. She rarely has friends to race with and was always wishing for more companions to accompany her to races, so for her this was thrilling, for me, not so much. The idea of waking up obscenely early on a Saturday morning to join 80 runners for a 5 mile race just didn’t strike me as overly fun.
And then I started racing. And just. kept. going. In the end, we ran many, many, more than 5 races together.
Now, a little more than a year later, I am hooked. Obsessed. Completely IN LOVE with all things running and racing. THANKS MOM!
With my mom and BRO (he is our next target) after all 3 of us ran in the Vermont City Marathon-they shared the relay and I ran the whole course (they narrowly beat me at the end!)