Why I run

I run because - uhm - hmm - that's a good question. Oh, yeah, I know why. Well, there is not one answer to this question. I guess when I started running it seemed like the easiest and hardest exercise to do. I didn't need a health club to be open, or another person to instruct me to do the grapevine in aerobics; All I needed was some running shoes, determination and the road. I developed a love for the freedom of running. In my early 20s I was running 7-9 miles a day. I would enter the Crescent City Classic 10k in New Orleans every year with my dad. I really never tried to push myself harder than a comfortable pace, nor did I ever time myself, although I did pick-ups at times. I have been bitten by a dog, attacked by an Owl, and had a close confrontation with an Alligator - and I still run. I have found people's drivers licenses and mailed them back to them; I have found money, one time sixty dollars and had a nice meal that night; I have run through four pregnancies, as much as my body allowed, I still have my first single baby jogger and also use my sisters double. Until next time....