The truth is I’ve toyed with the idea on and off since I was a freshman in high school.  I was going to join cross country.  Everyone made the team, it was a huge group of fun girls, and I wanted to be a part of it.  They’d run the halls of our Catholic high school when the weather was bad, jogging the whole length of the third floor hallway after school.  Right past  my homeroom & locker.  In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, my homeroom teacher was the girls cross country and track coach.  I can’t pinpoint now why I didn’t do it.  I think it may have been, in part, because in 7th grade I had fallen in gym class and injured my knee pretty badly.  It became a chronic nuisance that lasted all through high school.   But, I also suspect, the truth is that the tricky road of adolescence played a part in it.  It was a fleeting whim that was tucked away as quickly as it flashed in my head.  Like the fashion of the moment or the cool hairstyle that everyone wore after seeing it in their favorite magazine but quickly ditched it as soon as the next new thing came along.  And, honestly, my energies and interests naturally fell more to the creative and creating, rather than athletics and that was all good too.  It is more of a curious thing, what would’ve happened if?

So here it is.  This is the story of how I’ll find out if I can be a runner.  I don’t know how it will end and I don’t know how I want to tell this story.  Honestly, it could end up being the story of how I became a writer instead.  Which would be more likely since I’ve got a hell of a lot more experience writing than running.  I know I like love writing.  I think I’ll love like running.  I’m not going to take it as a sign that our internet kept failing as I was trying to start the blog, customize the layout, and write the first post.  I think the sign I’m supposed to get is that our internet has been doing this for years and that I shouldn’t find a lame excuse like this to put off becoming a runner one more time.