My mom was frustrated with the walk and said she couldn't believe how some of the people who walked were so competitive and were declaring others cheaters and whatnot. She vowed to run the 5k race at the same event the following year. I, not to be outdone by my mom, vowed to run it with her. We were both a little scared and intimidated by the 5k length but we went for it. We would head over to a nearby baseball field that had a 1/3 mile crushed limestone trail around it. We didn't time ourselves and we didn't follow any specific plan - we just ran (and probably walked some). Eventually, the day of the race rolled around and we ran together until the last tenth of a mile or so when I sprinted ahead so I could beat her (what a nice daughter I was, eh?). I also proceeded to lose the contents of my stomach - orange juice (NEVER drink orange juice before a race... you've been warned). I think we finished in 29:xx. We were both pleased and we continued to run.
As I mentioned above, I did not run cross country as a freshman in high school. I was in the band so my fall was very full with competitions and football games. In the spring, I tried out for the softball team. I was a decent player but I did not make the team. That turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me. As a result, I joined the track team and ran the 400, 800, 4x800, and 4x400 races. Then, I decided to join the cross country team as a sophomore, you know, to stay in shape for track... Little did I know that I would fall in love with cross country and then only run track to stay in shape for cross country.
As far as identifying as a runner, I guess it happened pretty early on for me. I mean, I was running for a school team so it was difficult not to just accept the title of runner. I also ran a few road races with my mom during the off season (though I managed to get a lot faster than her due to my training with the team). My high school cross country team was really, really good. In fact, we won states my junior and senior years. I was usually the 4th or 5th runner for the team and my PR from that time was around 22:xx. I can only dream of being that fast these days.
After high school, I tried to keep running but it didn't last. My mom and I ran as a mother/daughter team that summer and neither of us were well trained and we did awful (I believe I reached my puke threshold in this race too). I ended up calling it quits for a while but continued to run occasionally, just no more signing up for races.
Fast forward to 2005 when I got my current job. After a few months sitting in a cube all day and eating out for lunch more than I'd like to admit, I decided something needed to change. I joined the gym in my building and slowly became a runner again. My first race back was a 10k in 2006 and I haven't looked back.


