In truth, my running journey began a long time ago. When I was little, I really enjoyed softball and especially loved basketball. Then, however, I didn't get 'big' and my love for those sports was definitely impacted. In middle school, I joined the track team, and though I was never a star, I did enjoy running...until I didn't. By the end of high school, I had burned out. I liked running more than some silly exercise classes I saw at my college gym, so I ran to stay/get healthy, but, unlike now, I didn't crave a good run at the end of a long day or first thing on a weekend morning (I had Badger games to attend, after all). I ran on and off until I fell into climbing, and then, I ran even less. In the summer of 2013, while I Colorado, I really fell back into it, and when fall and Al's Run rolled around, my cousin Jenna, who had also taken up running, decided to tackle that event, an 8K, together. A simple scroll through this blog will show that t...