Not only are you a runner, you're a badas$ mother runner. But what if you've struggled with feeling like "a runner" at all? Sarah and Patti wrote to us with very different stories, but they still tug at the notion that we might not see ourselves as one—and have to change our point of view on the matter. Here, each explain the defining moments that helped them close in on what being a runner means and how they got a little closer in 2016.
"This is me after finishing the Lake Minnetonka Half the week of my 40th. Looking forward to bettering my time in 2017 at Grandma's Half!" —Mother Runner Sarah
"The year was not the best for me, running-wise. I was trying to overcome ITB injury that I incurred during my debut ultramarathon in 2015. It was two steps forward, one step back throughout the whole year. I hobbled through a half marathon in May, and was actually able to race my favorite clothing optional 5k in June (see me above with fellow a Mother Runner!). But a week later, the injury returned with a vengeance. The rest of the year was spent bagging the other three races I had signed up for (because if I had signed up and paid for them, there was no way the injury would come back, right? WRONG), and mentally/ emotionally getting over the fact that I had defined myself as a runner over the past eight years, and now that might not be so anymore.
"After much soul searching, I realized that I GOT to be a runner for the last 8 years, and what I wonderful thing that was. Now, I had to search for a new definition (at least a amended definition). Hell, we all have LOADS of words that define us, what's one more? So, as long as I can do a 5k (which I loathe), I am going to give my all to my first triathlon. I've been swimming like a fiend. Now, to get those running shoes out again..." —Mother Runner Patti