I feel the need to preface this post with the declaration that I am not a runner. Actually, if I’m telling the truth, loathe and despise just about everything about running. Sorry runners. I just don’t get the allure.
But just because I’m not a runner, doesn’t mean I don’t want to get some exercise, and we’ve really tried to get healthier this year. So when Erajh came home with news of a 5K Run/Walk in our city, it just made sense. We’ve been walking a lot lately and could surely handle the 3.1 miles. The next day we registered and it was done…we were actually going to do this.
So on Sunday morning we woke the kids up with promises of a “race”. I was actually surprised by how easy it was to get them out the door.
We started the 5K at the back of the pack with the other strollers and quickly found a comfortable pace as we followed the course through a local neighborhood. Although I never doubted that we could finish the race – although there were some that didn’t finish – but I was definitely tired towards the end. I was so happy to see this timer because it signaled the final stretch:
The real surprise of the morning was Greenleigh, who was about a quarter mile in front of me at any given time and utterly disappointed that she didn’t win. She’s already talking about how she’s going to win the next time and has made me promise we’ll stay for awards. Apparently, she is a runner. I still don’t get it.
Given the fact that we were walking, there were no awards for us on Sunday morning but I’m so glad that we participated and finished as a family. The whole thing was such a positive experience that we’re definitely going to do it again.
But I’m still not running.
