Good Story Kel: Who is chasing you?

Hello everyone! The question above is something that my dad asks me every time I tell him I went running. I told him today that I ran 3 miles yesterday, his response? The same as all the other days...oh yeah, who was chasing you?
I always have the same answer, no one. Three years ago this October, I decided to go on an adventure. A weight loss adventure. I started weight watchers, and a little exercise here and there. I just started out walking, as I couldn't run...well, I guess I could physically run, but it was hard to carry all that weight around.
Last night on my 3 mile run I thought about all my accomplishments. I remember when I couldn't run one block without getting out of breath. In high school, we were always supposed to run for softball. I hardly ever did. I was a little lazy when it came to conditioning. I hated running. Too much work. If I wanted to run I would have played a sport that involved running, like soccer.
Now, I love running. Well its more a love hate relationship...but more love than hate. I never feel like going, but once I hit the open road, its great. I always feel so much better afterward. I love that running takes away my stress. I love that running clears my mind. I cannot believe how I have fallen in love with running. If you asked me 10 years ago if I would ever run, I would have said "HECK NO!". Amazing how times have changed. I love just putting in my earphones listening to some good music and going.
I am not fast by any means. I just am happy that I can do it. I am proud of the fact that I keep doing it. And it helps me stay in shape so I can eat at my favorite Mexican restaurant and not feel guilty. Well, maybe a little guilty since I usually add beer to that equation. :)
I think the running has paid off. Maybe the answer for my dad should be "the old me" is chasing me.