I grew up on a farm and had the opportunity to play one sport and the sport was football. I played beginning at the age of 8. As a freshman in high school, I as on the small side for football but kept after the sport that I loved playing. During summing sessions, I remember watching the cross country team do laps of "indian running" around the football field while we were practicing and thinking that they were crazy, who would want to do that as a sport. I soon found out that the football team always ended Thursday's practice with a mile run on the track with full gear. I remember all of the upperclassmen complaining how much of a pain in the a@@ it was and I had the same thought in my head before we did it. After running two of the four laps, I found myself keeping up with the star senior on the team. I thought to myself, "Hey, this isn't that bad" and I pushed to try to beat the him. I didn't but after a few weeks, the other seniors started to box me during the first few laps because "this freshman" was always finished 2nd or 3rd on the team and the coach would be yelling at the upperclassmen about letting a freshman beat them.
During my sophomore season, I was the top kid during our mile runs. One day, the cross country coach was around the track at the end of our practice. After "winning" the mile, he came over to me and told me that I was going to run track in the Spring. I told him my situation at home and said that I didn't think I could. I went home and talked to my parents. They said no, because they couldn't take the time to pick me up from practice in the spring due to the spring planting. My brother, who had graduated a few years earlier told my parents that he would pick me up from practice and as the say, the rest is history. I gave up football my junior year to join the cross country team and I qualified for states in the mile and in cross country my senior year.
Unfortunately, I didn't continue my career in college, but after graduation, marrage, two kids and a divorce, I needed something to take my mind off of my problems and returned to running. I met a special woman (whom I married 4 years ago) that also has running in her blood, she has been running since 7th grade. That was ten years ago and I qualified for Boston in the Marine Corp Marathon in Oct 07 in my first try at qualifying at the age of 42. I will be running Boston in 09 and hope to greatly improve over my 3:17 at the MCM.
My wife and I now run at least one marathon per year along with several 1/2 marathons. We are working towards the 50/50 club. We probably will never acheive the goal, but we are having fun.