In the beginning

So I'm finally starting a blog. I've been thinking about it for a while now. Mainly as a therapy too. I could talk about my day, my life, my successes and my failures. I lay in bed at night and dream of writing. I want to tell my story to people. What holds me back?

Fear, mainly. The fear that someone will tell me what I all ready (already?) know. That I'm nothing special. Just a girl. The girl you see in the grocery store. The girl you see at the gym. Nothing really makes you pay attention. Except for when she runs into the display of cantaloupe or trips on the treadmill. She never learned to do makeup or hair or anything glamourous. She struggled with bulimia, she became a marathon runner, she destroyed relationships, she made some awesome friends, she was happy, she was sad, she was angry, and she was disappointed. See? Nothing special.

And what to write about? I have friends who blog about running and their marathon training. But that would require me to know my split times, do speedwork, or wear a watch. I could write about how one finds oneself a bulimic when she was only trying to lose some weight. But I am so much more than that - and thankfully, my life is much more than that. I could write about my job, the times I love it and the times I hate it. Anyone could write about that.

So I decided simply to start. To write SOMETHING. It will be random. Some days running will be discussed. Some days I'll talk about work. I'll keep a list of "things I ran into and how many bruises it gave me". I'll also try to write about the moments where an inner monolouge would have been nice. I'll try not to make it too long. I'll try to make you laugh.

People really don't need to read this, its mainly just for me to dream about writing and share some things I can't say out loud. If you are reading, thank you. Please keep all grammar comments to yourself. (Someday I will learn the difference between all ready and already. I didn't go to college for 6 years for nothing!)

Here goes nothing...