I was born an raised in Maine, and have traveled extensively throughout my life. I have played sports over the years, but never really considered myself the athletic type: I was always into theater, dancing, and singing. I have come to the conclusion, however, that I want more. I love theater, but I want to do something I haven’t been pigeonholed into. Therefore, I have decided I wanted to become a runner. This is really quite funny for anyone who knows me, because take one look at me and you can tell I’m not built for running. I’m Italian, the daughter of Italian immigrants, and I’ve always said Italians were only meant to run if a ball was rolling in front of their feet. I have set a 4 year goal for myself to run a marathon in four years. As someone who has hated, and probably always will hate, running all her life, I can already tell this is going to be hell (in fact, my boyfriend already has expressed that he thinks I’m crazy, even though he’ll support me). So this is it. This is my story. The story of a girl who is going to cure her hatred for running.