Growing up, I was always active. In school, I had a love for sports and running. Basketball and track were my favorites, but I even swam one season because my friends were doing it. You know how that is. I also played volleyball because the coach wanted me to play; I was tall. I enjoyed the thrill of competing, being good at something, and winning the game, race, or competition. I also have fond memories of taking regular walks with my Mom, which not only kept her active but also provided precious bonding time; that was our thing. My Mom even bought me a gym membership so we could workout together. I have vivid memories of that gym. It was called Tom Young Spa. There were times I would ride several buses and go without her because she was busy or didn’t want to go.
As I have transitioned into adulthood, my commitment to staying active remains steadfast. However, as the years have passed, I’ve begun to experience the inevitable effects of aging, which sometimes feel like my body is betraying me. I’ve run more 5K and 10K races than I can count. I’ve run half- and full-marathons, duathlons, aquathlons, triathlons, and am an Ironman. As such, my feet, knees, back, and hips need a lot of love. Nevertheless, I refuse to let these obstacles hinder my active lifestyle. I am determined to persevere, knowing the immense physical and mental benefits that come from staying active. Despite the challenges, I continue to prioritize my well-being and embrace the joy that physical activity brings to my life.