Why Run?

It’s hard to really give one reason why I run. Sure, I could give you some amazing essay about the feeling of breaking the tape or how I love to compete, but that’s not me. But I’m also not being chased by zombies, so there is that. I’m just an average girl running for what we all (not so secretly) run for. So, let’s do it David Letterman-style!

The top ten reason I run…

img_1646This is such a common reason, but it’s one of mine. I was doing Weight Watchers and the scale was moving downwards at the most glacial pace… My leader made a statement that has stuck with me forever – the scale isn’t isn’t going to really move until you do. I decided right then that I was going to have to start walking. Walking turned to walking with little bursts of running a few seconds and then to signing up for the gateway drug – the 5K! Running helped me drop 75 pounds in about 24 months and it continues to allow me to stay fit.

img_1648I would say the whole “Taco Tuesday” thing, but living in Texas, every day is taco day. If it can be mashed up and thrown into a tortilla, it’s post-run fuel. My favorites include a solid migas taco from Taco Joint, and regular old crispy shell, beef tacos from Manny’s and El Fenix. I’m a creature of habit and a girl of simple tastes. I crave them mid-race too. In fact, there “might” have been an incident at the Dallas Rock n Roll one year in which I “might” have called ahead to a Mexican restaurant that was on the course to have them bring a taco to me as I passed. “Maybe.”

img_1654I’m fairly back of the pack, so I’m not talking the actual age group awards, but more power to ya if you’re a speedy. Just please don’t be in the 45-49 age group, I don’t need anymore people pushing me further down in the standings these days – haha! No, I’m talking about the finishers medals and the swag you get by plunking down the $75 to run a race. The cooler they are, the more I’m begging my running tribe to come party with me for a few miles. My favorite medals have been my marathon medals from the BCS Marathon because it was made with beautiful stained glass, and a medal from a local 5 and 10 mile race that was 80’s music themed – the medal was made to look like a cassette tape! Is there anything better than #MedalMonday posts?

img_1653Cake, enough said. Who doesn’t run for baked goodness? I mean, this is the Cupcake Mile, for goodness sake! Again with Dallas Rock n Roll race stories, and how this little blog got it’s name… I was running the half marathon and started getting a little delirious around mile 11. It was super cold that morning and I tend not to drink enough when it’s like that, so maybe it was dehydration that did it??? But, I saw mile 11 and thought, “11 miles. Only two more. Two more miles is a piece of cake. Ooh! Cake! I could go for a cupcake about now. Seriously. A lemon cupcake! Maybe a few blueberries on top to make it healthy. Yeah. Cupcakes.” It was only after I realized that everyone around me was trying to give me distance did I realize that was all actually said OUT LOUD. So, my son jokingly referred to mile 11 as my cupcake mile for years.

img_1652My coworkers actually know that running at lunchtime is the best kind of therapy. No matter how nuts it gets, a half hour on the trail by my office cures it all. I’ve solved big problems out on those lunchtime runs because it gives me the opportunity to step away, clear my head, hear nothing but rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement, and take it all in. And just for the record, I don’t care if I’m not fresh as a daisy in the afternoon at the office. My hair pulled back in a low ponytail, a fresh application of deodorant and a quick wipe with a wet washcloth in the bathroom while I change back into my work clothes has never resulted in any complaints – unlike my coworkers who attempt to microwave fish in the break room. 😉



I’ve recently found a new love for trail running (ok, hiking… I’m slow enough that I’m hiking…) and there is something beautiful about the scenery when you get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city.





There seems to be an overarching theme to why I run – FOOD! My husband is a chef and has opened his own pie shop in town and there has been a lot of “testing” of pies before they are put on the menu. It’s been a big dream for years, and we are finally chasing it. But, if I want to fit into my clothes, I need to keep running!


img_1656Two Words – Running Skirts Yep, I said it. I’m vain. I found these running skirts from Skirt Sports after a girl mentioned them in an online thread I was participating in. I was a super new runner (aka, I was walking with little spurts of 10 seconds of running) at the time and definitely overweight. I was trying so hard to lose the weight, but my thighs rubbed together and I really wanted to blend in to the background to never be seen. But man, those skirts online were so cute! I took a big leap and bought one because the owner of the company SWORE I wouldn’t chafe. I liked the idea of a hidden pocket under the skirt that I could stash my (always needed!) inhaler for my asthma. Despite the bright colors and big prints not allowing me to blend into the background, when I put that skirt on, I felt pretty for the first time in a really long time. I felt feminine. I felt like I was a real runner. Now I’m kind of known for my skirts. And since Skirt Sports keeps coming out with new prints, I kind of need to justify the purchases and get out for a run!

img_1647I struggled with the idea of “doing it for me” for a couple of years. I had more than thirteen years of putting my son (and daughter) first in the family. I spent every day being a mom before I was Erin. That’s what women are supposed to do, right? But really all it was reinforcing for my children was that mothers are supposed to sacrifice themselves. What I discovered when I began running was that I am actually a better mother because I take time out of my day for me. Yes, I’m gone for an hour. But when I am with her, I am present. I am not frazzled or yelling. My daughter sees a healthy mom that has the energy to keep up with her. She sees her mom modeling good food habits for her – that food is fuel and it’s far better to be strong. She is learning how to set goals and work towards them.

img_1649Happy Hour! Seriously, I run with the most amazing group of friends and when we get together, it’s easy to run easy conversation pace because we are all yammering about our day, our kids, our jobs, dating, marriage, all of it. Instead of cocktails in cute little glasses with umbrellas, we are sipping electrolytes through a plastic bottle, but it’s kind of the same thing, right? I mean, my group is like the Sex in the City of running. Our little group has women in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and beyond, and running is that common bond that keeps us glued together.