My pace is way slower than almost everyone I would like it to be, and my attempts to get faster usually end in an injury (posterior tibial tendonitis, shin splints, and a calf muscle tear).
Races are fun, but I am poor and cheap responsible with our family finances, and just can't justify more than a few a year.
I am (so not) a Super Mom.
I work full-time outside of the home, know nothing at all about scrap-booking, and let my kids eat McDonald’s (but not everyday, or every week, or as often as they would like).
I don't pretend to have it all together, or that we live the good life. Chaos is pretty much the norm.
In a nutshell...
I was never a "real" runner. I originally started running in my 20's to burn off some of the pizza, beer, and miscellaneous bar food that I lived on. Never raced, didn't know my pace, and wore cheap shoes.
When I was 26 I left my hometown of Pittsburgh, PA for the big city of Los Angeles (more like the San Fernando Valley - yes, the Valley that was cool in the '80s). Running in the Valley heat and traffic wasn't really ideal, so I hung up my cheap shoes and stopped my sometimes-running habit.
Shortly after I moved, I landed a job at a dot com way out in the suburbs (even further out than the Valley). There I met my husband (a co-worker/former frat-boy/Southern California native.)
Three years and two kids later, we tired of all of the traffic and excess and moved the family north and settled down in Washington State.
Six more years, and one more kid later, in August 2010, I started running after a 10+ year hiatus
In September 2010, I ran my first 10K in 1:07. One year later I ran the same race in 57:13.