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Patricia Perez's avatar

I have been running on and off for a few years. My mom was a runner but I never liked it. Three years ago, I trained for and completed the Boston half marathon. That was the last time I ran... until this year. I remember thinking I loved the race and would do it again, but the thought of actually running...dreadful. This year I am training for the same half marathon. My pace is slower, but I realize I’ve enjoyed it more. I actually enjoy my runs. I get frustrated with tough ones, and proud of successful ones--I’m invested. I realized there’s no good or bad runner--there’s just ‘runner.’ Whenever I get self conscious about my pace or how I look, I think, “But I am running and other people not running might be looking at me and saying, ‘I wish I could do that.’” And it makes me feel proud and inspired.

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Marie Murray's avatar

I used to love running when I was younger, and then took a ~6 year hiatus while I had kids. During COVID, my husband took up running and I followed suit not long after. Now I'm training for my 4th half in November, and he's training for his 2nd full. Since we're currently living and breathing running, all these reflections from you are timely and go straight to the heart. It's hard to sum up what running--and our running club-- has brought into our life. It sounds dramatic, but it feels like running has saved my life again and agin. I live abroad, but my dream is to run the NYC marathon in a few years. As a Jersey native who lived in NYC for a while, there's no marathon I want to run more. In the meantime, I send you love, Caroline.

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