Running

I am not a runner. I've never run any sort of 'distance'. I was really proud of myself for running a very hilly 5k in St. Louis the first weekend of December when I went to visit my brother. Since I ran with my sister-in-law, Fran, she pushed me to run more when she was here for Christmas. I tried to convince her that I cannot run very far, and she didn't buy it. I think it had something to do with her running a half marathon just a few months before. She pushed me to do what I thought was impossible, and we got up to 5.5 miles at an average of 10 1/2 min/mile which pushed my body to the limit. I was so proud of myself, so when a friend suggested we get a group together to run a 10k in March I jumped in. I don't have Fran here anymore but I really wanted to keep pushing myself to see just what I can do and this is a perfect situation. We've been training for a week now and I am already seeing improvement in my time. I am still fearful that I cannot run the whole race but I am excited to see what I can do. I love that I have friends who are willing to be patient with me as the slowest member of our running group.

For me the big excitement is that I have recently felt like I am getting older and I hate it. I have no desire to slow done so to accomplish something physical that I have I have never before been able to do is such a thrill. I'll have to revisit this when the race is over.