Running Outside the Box

I’ve always hated running. Vivid, wheezing memories of running 4-lap tests around the sandy, high school track at Cariboo Hill will forever be seared into my subconscious. It was something that I so loathed growing up, that it was a real victory to enter into adulthood, with all the freedom of choice that entails, and leave the unwanted remnants of any kind of running hobby behind on that sandy track. Given all of that, I admit to being a bit daunted and perplexed to find myself, twenty years later, voluntarily signed up to run a half-marathon.