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We l l n e s s

by Myra J. Horner

Not Your Typical Runner

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I have always been fascinated by runners. I don’t know what fascinates me – if it’s the way their hair bounces back and forth, the way their body moves in syncopation as they glide across the ground or just the fact that they were able to run and I thought I “couldn’t.” In most peoples’ eyes, I would be categorized as “not your typical runner.” I am not a size 2 or a lean, mean, running machine. I am blessed with a stocky build and some Jennifer Lopez-like curves, especially on my, ahem, “upper area.” In my school years I never participated in sports much. Mainly because I just didn’t fit the mold of an “athletic appearance.” This self-defeating mentality started probably as early as kindergarten when, at the age of 5, I was at least a foot taller than most of the kids. Fast forward to junior high, when the taunting and teasing of how I looked when I ran, or played volleyball or basketball escalated to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I quit anything to do with sports and that part of me lay dormant for a long time, 30-plus years to be exact. There were things I tried here and there, but old self-doubts always resurfaced and I always ended up quitting. That all changed when last year, at age of 45, I started running in preparation for a 5K. About six weeks prior I set a goal I thought was achievable, walking/running three times a week. And then I told everybody! I posted it on Facebook, told my family and friends. I wanted accountability when all the negative selfdoubt arose, which it did. There were days I thought “There is no way I’ll ever finish.” There were days it took every ounce of willpower to get out the door. Then there was the day I went running and about two hours later I wanted to go running again and I felt a glimmer of success. Or that day I quit focusing on how long it was to my first mile and started enjoying the music instead! Once my first 5K was behind me, it was official. I was bit by the running bug. In 2012 my goal is one race a month beginning in

Never a “jock,” Myra Horner ran her first race at age 45.

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