1st – 5th grade: a perpetual disappointment to my gym teacher Mr. Doritan (“you’ve got the PUSH the ball,” he would implore)
10th grade: Cut from the volleyball team
Freshman year at Ohio State: faithfully walked across campus to do Buck-i-Robics on Sunday nights
Age 23: Moved to L.A. and decided to try a kickboxing class at Bodies in Motion in Santa Monica (red acrylic nails? check. white bike shorts under bloomy black Umbros? check.)
Age 23 – 26: If I wasn’t working at the magazine or attending movie screenings at night, I was working out. Total gym rat. Kickboxing. Spinning. Almost. Every. Day.
Age 27: Back in Ohio, and back at home with parents. At a crossroads and in a what-am-I-doing? free-fall, with no gym to flee to, started running outside. That spring, ran first 10k.
Age 28: Now living in a cute apartment in Grandview, began teaching Spinning a couple nights a week.
30s: Somewhere in this decade, living near a running trail, I became a homeowner, wife, mother, corporate professional and runner. Never went past 8 miles.
39: For the first time, ran the Whitetail Deer trail half-marathon in September. Couldn’t believe the beauty, not to mention the treacherous terrain. Fell once.
40: Won the female category at a trail 25k. In November. What misery.
41: By now, had many race bibs in my top drawer. For the first time, ran the Columbus Marathon.
42: Got some Altra trail running shoes like the ones Patagonia ambassador Jen Shelton wears. Every bit of inspiration helps.
I never thought of myself as athletic until very recently. I guess it’s never too late.