I'd like to tell you about my love for running. I've always been the kind of girl that likes risks and excitement. I want to ride the biggest, fastest, scariest roller coaster in the park. I don't like renting the seadoos at the beach because there are too many safety rules (I really only have found them fun when you can go as fast as you can and then suddenly turn so that you are thrown...far). Once my best friend and I wrecked my dad's quad (for the second day in a row) and I couldn't stop laughing (that is, until I saw that she had a broken collar bone which landed us in the ER...again). In seventh grade when I joined the track team and the coach was showing us different events that we could try, I was told, as I stared at the pole vaulting pit, that girls don't vault because they aren't strong enough. Five years later my college recruited me for the pole vault where I competed at the national level by jumping over 11 feet. Point...I like to do things that most people can't. I like challenges that make me feel uncomfortable. Which leads me to my love for running. Believe it or not I've not always even liked running. I remember hiding in the locker room during track practice in junior high in hopes that I may have missed the warm up:( And I can't really pinpoint the moment when that changed. I guess it was more a progression as I matured. Every year in high school I joined the cross country team as requested by my track coach. Every year I quit within the first week or two. Except my senior year. At the end of the second week I remember Coach looking over at practice and saying, "What's Brumbaugh still doing here?" And I remember thinking, "Hm, I'm not sure." But I stuck it out. And I guess that was where I began to learn that I could push the threshold of pain a little further if I tried. The rest is really history as I continued to learn and grow and run more in college, and after that I began running road races and eventually the marathon. My favorite things about running: 1) I get to be outside to-see nature, breathe fresh air, learn the streets in Clarion, etc. 2) I get a chance to think and pray 3) I get to be alone OR I get to have the company of my dog, an occasional friend, my husband if I can bribe him or, my newest running partner, my 9 month old daughter 4) I am my own coach-I can decide where to go, how long I want to be out there, how fast I'm traveling, etc. 5) I have the opportunity to overcome an "I can't" during nearly every run-I can run further than I thought I could, faster than I thought I could, up a hill that I never thought I could, etc. These days running looks a little different for me than it used to. Just getting out the door 2-3 times a week is an achievement. Nonetheless, I run.