Hi there! I’m May – my family calls me May May except for one grandmother who said that “May May” is nonsense syllables so she used to call me “Mimi,” which makes no sense to me but I answered to it when she was still with us.
This blog isn’t a running blog – I just happen to do a lot of thinking when I’m running. I write about things related to running because I’ve been running for over half my life and running is a part of who I am. Some years I run more than others and I have had a few years that I haven’t run but I always come back to running. I enter races so that I have a reason to do focused workouts and long runs.
Although I do enjoy running outdoors, I mostly run on a treadmill. This blog is called “Confessions of a Treadmill Runner” because there are a lot of people in the running community (you know who you are!) who tend to look down on treadmill runners. These members of the running community seem to believe that treadmill runners are not real runners. I believe that if you run, you’re a runner. It doesn’t matter where you run – treadmill, trail, track, street – or how fast you run – 13 minutes/mile, 10 minutes/mile, 6 minutes per mile – or if you do a run/walk to finish a distance. If you run, you’re a runner if you choose to call yourself a runner.
The treadmill is where I do a lot of thinking about the random ideas that pop into my head when I’m not running. Sometimes I’ll notice something at work or while I’m driving or while watching the telly that sticks with me – it’s like a pebble in my shoe that I can’t stop to take out right then and there. So the next time I go for a run, I find myself thinking about that annoying meeting or clueless driver or really inane commercial. And this blog is my outlet, a place to put those thoughts.
When it comes to running, I’m a slow runner. I think of myself as a back-of-the-middle-of-the-pack runner. For my first half-marathon about 15 years or so ago, I was right in front of the sweeper van for 2 or 3 miles while going uphill. I eventually passed someone else and so put the sweeper van further behind me but after that race, I decided that I didn’t want to be at the back of the pack. I have a great deal of admiration for the last runners in a race – they’re the ones who keep putting one foot in front of the other without freaking out about the sweeper van. To me, they are the real winners of the race. But I don’t want to be there because I know I would freak out about the sweeper van so I do my best not to be there.
Wanderlust has always been a part of my life and when I was in grad school, I decided that I would go on at least one international trip each year. Some years I’ve gone on three international trips! Those are the good years. I like my trips to be active – hiking, volunteering, yoga, surfing – but I’ve enjoyed the occasional lounge-on-the-beach-all-day trip. I have met a lot of interesting people and done a lot of interesting things on my travels. For me, traveling is a little bit about checking off countries on the globe but a lot about experiencing things that I don’t often experience in America. One thing is true no matter where I go – I come back with a greater appreciation for all that I have and for all the good things we as Americans have.
I like to think of life as an adventure and hope you’ll pop in from time to time to see where I am on that adventure!