Anyone can.

Put one foot in front of the other. Repeat. Then do it faster.

How can something so simple be the biggest thrill I've ever known?

Running is my goal, my dream, my fondest desire. When I run I feel like a cross between a clapped-out carthorse and an elite athlete, though some days more one than the other. I am proud of every drop of sweat, every kilometre, every injury, every session. I think about running a lot more than I actually run. I read and plan and learn. I love to run. I also hate it, sometimes. But even that makes me love it.

I am new. I've been running since April. I can't even really do five kilometres yet. But I can try to.

I'm running my first event just five short days from now. I'm pretty nervous, but trying hard to trust in the training I've done, and to focus on goals beyond it, in case I fail. I am not sure if I can make the five, so am distracting myself by dreaming of ten. Insanity. But it seems to work pretty well for me so far.