fast forward to fall of my senior year. Elmira College put on a "Pumpkin Run 5k", and because the students on campus were so into campus activities, about 6 people showed up. i was one of them. and guess what happened?!
im sure my time was something a turtle could keep pace with, but still, I WON! im not going to say this was any sort of turning point in my life, but soon after i came up with a plan. i told one of my friends "i think ill run a marathon some day". 30 became the magic number. i was 22 at the time. i thought 30 was forever and a day away.
i took "jogging" for the last 6 weeks of college (third term as it was called). yes, the class was called "jogging" and yes you paid money for the credits. fun fact: the syllabus even said you could walk. sweet! sign me up. so pretty much my lovely step father paid about $100/credit hour for me to walk/jog the streets of new york most likely hungover three mornings a week to end my college career (my other class was CPR. dont you wish you went to school there too?! ridiculous).
the rest, i guess you can say, is history...