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Accidental Run Streaker
I accidentally started run streaking during the pandemic and now I can’t stop.
I’ve worked out consistently since high school, needing the physical to keep my mental health in balance. Thirty-plus minutes all to myself to let my mind wander and relax.
During my teenage years, I took long walks around my neighborhood, holding my Discman — yes, I’m that old. In college, I found an escape in the campus gym on the elliptical and using weight machines. That continued after I graduated when I joined a local gym to frequent after long days of teaching.
I was too sick with both my pregnancies to work out, and the free hours when my girls were little became extremely limited. During those years, I found time in the form of twenty-minute workout videos I’d do in my living room after they went to bed.
Once they got a little older, I resumed my gym sessions and took walks outside. Movement combined with sunshine and fresh air are where I shine.
Then, my husband started training for an eighteen-mile race. We’d go to the park, and he’d run while I pushed the baby in the stroller. Perfect, because I did not like running. It was hard, and I was slow. Walking was my preferred speed.
