Just me, the road and time (oh...and the babies, dogs and hubby)

What is it about running that can be so addicting? I'm not talking about running on the elliptical. That's working out for the sake of working out. When I run I feel connected to something. Maybe its the world I feel connected to as my feet pound on the gravel roads or maybe it's the push and nudge I feel as the air breathes into my ear "you can do it". I've never felt so good about myself, my family, my God. It all comes together for me out there.

I would like to say it's just me and the road. Or it's time for me to be by myself but the fact of the matter is I have two toddler boys and a busy husband so sometimes (most times) we run as a family.

The kids love it. I mean what's better than being pushed in a stroller, drinking juice and eyeing the deer as we make our way up and down and through our neighborhood. I like to think we are helping to instill in our boys an appreciation for the outdoors, for exercise and, most of all, for family time. I love finishing a tiring jog and looking into the eyes of my tired baby boys. I imagine that they are proud of their mommy.

In high school it was about competitions. There were clear goals when it came to sports. There was a first place and a second and a third. Out on the road there is no one to compete with but myself. There's no excitement that comes from an audience cheering you on. That all rests on my shoulders now. So I've decided that it's time to make the next move. A true runner signs up for races. So here goes. 10k here I come.