I never was allowed to have a hamster growing up. Most of my friends had a rodent of some sort, a guinea pig, a gerbil, a hamster, but my parents fit very squarely into the "no rodents" category when it came to pets. So, when I finally made it to my 30s, I decided to get myself a hamster. My first one, BenMenudo, was kinda sedentary, he was chubby, mild-mannered and a lot like me. He would only run in his wheel when noone was watching, he ate a lot and if I put him in his ball he would sit and stare at me. One morning I came in to find him legs up next to his wheel, he had moved on to the giant hamster ball of beyond. (I promise you, this story has meaning just please stick with me.)
As the week went on, I couldn't bear to look at his empty cage so I went to the pet store and looked at what they had to offer. Then I saw her. The crazy new hamster who, unbeknownst to me, was going to inspire me. I brought her home and could tell from the crazy noises coming from her carrier box that she was NOTHING like her predecessor. I set her box into the freshly cleaned cage, opened it up and watched. Zangkoo (all of my animals have weird names) immediately jumped into her wheel and started running as if her life depended on it. She then quickly hopped off, found a quick nibble, grabbed a quick drink and then jumped right back into her wheel. She ran for 4 hours straight. I was amazed by her. I wished I had her energy and I knew she was trying to teach me something. So I put her in her ball and set her free. She ran up and down the hall, if she got stuck she would turn and bang around until she had an open road ahead of her. She would weave around chairs, under the dogs and into various rooms, she was fearless.
Now, what does this have to do with me? Well, I just signed up for my first half marathon. I have learned from a crazy little hamster that even though I am stepping into uncharted territory (for me) I need to pay attention to the things I know. "Run when I can, fuel when I need to, and if I get stuck, bang around until I break loose and as the path opens up, weave and bob without fear." If a crazy little hamster can dance her way around my house (and 4 dogs), I can dance my way through a half marathon. Keep spinning those wheels, JunkEes, I know I will be and follow along as I bump my way through my first half marathon training. ~Megan
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