Fifteen years ago, I officially started running. My first run was with my professional triathlete and Ironman daughter-in-law. I wasn't sure if I could keep up with her, but I ran alongside her the entire way. I can't remember exactly how many kilometers we covered that day, but I remember the feeling of accomplishment.
The first photo takes me back to a 5K run in Toronto. The second and third are from this past month in Ottawa. Same passion, just a little more wisdom, better shoes, and this time with my awesome grandsons by my side.
When I run, I forget all about the stress in my life. With each step, I leave behind the negativity, the difficult moments from my days and weeks. There's something incredibly freeing about the rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement. Running gives me a sense of control when everything else feels chaotic. It reminds me that I'm capable, that I'm strong, that I can do hard things.
Running isn't just exercise for me. It's meditation in motion. It's my time to process, to breathe, to simply be. Some runs are fast, some are slow, some feel effortless, and others are a struggle. But every single one teaches me something, whether it's about pacing, perseverance, or just showing up even when I don't feel like it.
What started as uncertainty beside my daughter-in-law has become one of the greatest gifts of my life. Now I get to share that gift with my grandsons, showing them that age is just a number and that we're never too old to lace up our shoes and chase new goals.
Still running, still learning, still loving the journey.
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