Run.

Today is exactly one month until the Burnie Ten - a local 10km fun run. This will be my second 10km race for the year... a fact I still find hard to wrap my head around. You see over the past year I have, somehow or other, become a runner.

It crept up on me.

I was walking a lot pushing the kids in the pram to lose weight. I started walking on the weekends with my mum (minus kids). One morning, after a walk with mum I was feeling really good, so I decided to try running around the block near my house. I wasn't expecting much... then I ran the entire thing and didn't die! The following morning, mum and I ran a 4km loop. Again, I surprised myself. I ran most of it, and I felt good doing it.

And now, I am a runner.

Even those mornings when I have to drag myself out of bed and force myself out the door, I know that once I get going it will be more than worth it. There is so much satisfaction in pushing yourself, getting past that voice in your head telling you to stop, and riding the endorphin high that follows a good run.

I love the peace running gives me - a quiet escape to be me, not 'mummy'.

I love how I feel after a run - strong, fit, healthy.

"I always loved running...it was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs." (Jesse Owens)