And one day, I decided to run
Earlier this year, in my freshly painted bathroom (thanks to my mom !), wearing my oldest son's outgrown t-shirt, I felt getting ready to go back to a jogging routine It can be interpreted metaphorically. But there is also a literal sense. Not sure what motivated me in my mid-twenties to start jogging, something I have had an aversion to most of my essentially non-athletic life. Maybe I was tired of sitting in front of textbooks and my body felt it needed a release. I also probably wanted to work on my fitness as I was becoming more aware that lifestyle choices had an impact on one's longevity and quality of life. So while studying, I started incorporating a jogging routine. I wouldn't say I took on the runner identity right away (I guess part of me wanted to avoid the imposteur syndrome), especially since most of my life I had sucked at PE and felt I had some catching up to do. Then I eventually incorporated hiking and backpacking because my boyfriend was really into that...
