This is my first ever blog. I wanted to write about running, nutrition, health, and life in general from the perspective of a 50-something late bloomer. I started running about 3 years ago. It was accidental. I always believed, based on past evidence, that I could not run. I didn't like running. It was painful (side stitch), left me short of breath and generally I thought I looked silly . . . . all legs and arms flailing about. All that changed one evening after I had an argument with my husband and needed to let off steam, clear my head, etc. I'd been walking regularly on a treadmill for a year or so, trying to improve my overall fitness, so I headed for the treadmill. As I rehearsed all the reasons for being angry I began walking faster and faster. Maybe I was trying to outrun my demons. I don't know. Anyway, I kept bumping up the speed until I was running, not fast, but running. I ran and ran. When I glanced down at the readout I realized I'd run 2 miles! I was so shocked and then elated that I forgot all about being mad. I was 50 years old and running! More later.