That's what I have always said, anyway. I remember dreading having to run a mile in P.E. in Middle School. I usually walked the second half of it. In my defense, I was in Texas and it was hot. Imagine my joy when I learned that marching band counted as P.E. credit when I was in High School! I did play JV soccer my junior year and although I loved my team mates, I did not love all that running. I retired from soccer after that.
In college, I'd run a mile or two at the track to keep in shape or get a little cardio. But, I wasn't a consistent runner. These were the days before MP3 players and I had a better time at the gym where I could watch TV or tune into the radio stations. AND enjoy the air conditioning. Again, I was in Texas.
Now, Rudy has always been a runner. He ran Cross Country in High School and after completing his first marathon last year, I officially "didn't get it". How can you run for four hours? I can't do anything for four hours! Except sleep. I all but declared that running is not for me.
But, last year I heard about a 5K on Thanksgiving Day that benefits a local charity. Hmmmm. I wasn't exactly sure how far a 5K was, but I figured it was for a good cause. It was cold that day, but I survived it, walking about a half mile in the middle of it. I kind of treated my 5K like I treated soccer back in H.S. One and done.
Then last month, I heard about another 5K benefiting another local charity. I was moved by their mission and decided I would support it. This time, I also decided I was going to really run it. I trained a little more this time and low and behold I ran the whole thing....and then some. Turns out this course was 3.6 miles long instead of 3.1.
I felt great afterward and loved running it with a friend. I have NO aspirations of doing a marathon. There is a big gap between 3.1 and 26.2. But, I am registered for another 5K at the end of this month. Yep, it's for a good cause, too.
I guess I run.
