~~ By Guest Blogger Maria ~~

I did it!

After completing the Cherry Creek Sneak, all juiced and amped and full of endorphins, I immediately called or e-mailed everyone in my family to let them know their sister was no couch potato. I had done it. Not only did I finish, but I came in 1275th! I was so proud of myself.

Of course, my brother immediately replied, "Don't you round up after 1250, so really your title is Miss Thirteen-Hundredth." He's snarky and I'm letting it go.

But, I have to say, I get it now. I never understood why people said running was infectious, contagious and that in no time, I would be addicted.

While I was training and running around the neighborhood, I always had one single thought, "Really?" I just didn't get it. I was cramping or checking my watch to see when I could start walking or asking myself why I didn't use the restroom before I started my jog or wondering if I could treat myself to fast food because I was running now, so why not?

Then there was race day.

The starting line, the people, the vendors, the camera crews, the chick in her robe watching us from her balcony, the bands along the route, getting to pass people, the homestretch, THE FINISH LINE!

So, ok, I get it. And I'm in. Sign me up for the next one. Fellow runners, I get it.

And, I tell you what, those elite runners better start looking over their shoulder because Miss Twelve-Hundredth is on their tails.

Ok, ok, Miss Thirteen-Hundredth.