She wanted to run a 5K race in Peoria. And she must have caught me at a weak moment.
Because I enthusiastically agreed.
A little something you should know about me.......I am NOT a runner.
But I dusted off my running shoes and hit the gym. And I started running. Very, Very slowly.
And after a few weeks, I was running 2 or 2.5 miles every day. And I still had a month to go before my little race. Plenty of time to work up to 3.2 miles.
And THEN....we decided to put our house on the market. Aside from taking care of my little boy, that took up the majority of my time. And my running shoes went back in the closet to collect a little more dust. For nearly a month.
And the next thing I knew, it was race day. And I admit, I was a little scared!!
But I got up, put on my shoes, and met my friends at the starting line.
And at 8:00 am, we were off!
And while I was out hitting the pavement, Miles decided to entertain the crowd. He marched right out into the street to get his groove on to the music.
And when I got to the second mile marker I thought, "hmmm....how did I get myself into this???"
But I just kept moving my feet, and when I came around the last corner and saw the finish line I was so relieved!!!
I finished it off with a time of 34:02, which is about an 11 minute mile. I know....I already told you I was slow. But in all honesty, I thought it would take me 45 minutes, so I was pleased with my time. And happy I didn't have to run/walk.
And my 2 favorite guys were waiting for me at the finish line.
And my 2 favorite guys were waiting for me at the finish line.