I’m not a daughter, a wife, a mom, or anything other than Shelby.
I just get to be me on my runs.
No one expects anything from me, no one wants anything from me. The road doesn’t care how much I weigh, what I look like, or what I'm wearing. Running doesn't care about me at all---all that matters is moving forward at whatever pace I can muster which if I'm being honest is not anything to write home about. I just am there doing whatever I can.
To quote one of my favorite verses (obviously taking some creative liberties with it)
Running is patient and kind; running does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
The true running community is the same as the above quote. We want to see the successes and lift you up when things are tough. I'm always that runner passing someone and smiling, waving, giving a thumbs up. They don't know me, they don't know my story, and they have no idea what my pace is----In that moment I'm just another runner logging miles and sharing the road or sidewalk. Keep that in mind when you pass someone. Smile, wave, nod, and go on your way being in the moment, in that run and that mile.
I want to be THAT runner.