I started running about a year ago as a way to cope with my mom passing from cancer. I ran my first 5k in her honor that donated to cancer research and I was hooked. I only got to run three 5ks last year but this year I planned out my whole running season. I've signed up for 5 5ks, 2 10ks, and my first half marathon. Now I'm in the middle of my training and I find that my spare time is getting to be less and less. I do smaller training runs during the week after work and plan my long run for Saturday or Sunday, using the rest of that day for recovery. The thing is, I really enjoy it. I love planning what trail I'm gonna run, if I'm gonna train for time or miles, which shoes I'm gonna wear. I even have a running pack that has all my essential gear in case anything comes up. I can also just grab it if I run without planning. Running really makes me happy. It gives me a chance to think and clear my head. I spend hours cultivating the perfect playlist and I love watching running videos on YouTube. My ultimate goal is to run my first marathon just to say I did it. But I don't think I'll stop there. My family and friends say I'm crazy for running so much. I try to convince them that they should try it, they might like it.