I grew up within an hour's drive of NASA, yet never thought about becoming an astronaut. Still, for the first 42-plus years of my life, walking on the moon seemed more likely than me ever running.
But, well, things change. Getting slimmer became a priority. So I began walking. A lot. Eventually, I started running. And now I've got a shelf full of medals and racing bibs, plus more safety pins than any person could ever possibly need.
I've written about all of this, too. First came a how-I-became-a-runner story for this site that turned into a Huffington Post column, then another story on running 1,000 miles in 2017 was posted on Medium and became a column on the Runner's World website.