You could say that running runs in my family. My father was a runner, my 3 sisters are runners (one even ran the Boston marathon), and myself however....I was more of a walker. I thought that in order to be a runner you needed to be born with the running gene...a gene that I always assumed I was missing.

I started running in January of this year after talking to my friend, Molly and my boyfriend, Alan, about running half marathons. I decided that although running felt unnatural to me, that I too would try to run. I have now completed my first 10k and half marathon, and I am now attempting to run my first marathon.I am dedicating this blog to my experiences while trying to train for my first marathon as well as other new adventures.