I am not an athlete. I never have been, and never have been in particularly good shape, either. Last spring, my friend Gretchen started a running group, and I decided to join in an effort to get those pregnancy pounds off. So, running was hard. It was painful, and I didn't really like it. In the beginning, I could only run three or four minutes without having to stop and walk a little. But gradually a funny thing happened. Not only could I run farther without stopping, but I actually began to like to run! It's a great stress reliever, I find, and it's so satisfying to begin to have gradual increased endurance. So, running a 5k is not like running a marathon, or a half-marathon, or a 10k. But it was a beginning, and a big deal for me! Don't worry; I'll not embarrass myself by putting a '3.1' sticker on my van. (Do they even make those?!) :) Last Saturday I ran in my first race. Though it was certainly not fast or pretty, it was fun, and I did it!
Here's the story behind the race. Pray for this dear family, as they will always ache for their son.