| Before |
| During...those are giraffes! |
| After |
I always tell people I am a slow runner. They never believe me. I'm young, reasonably healthy, why can I not run faster?
Mom and friend Angela passed me by, all the runners passed me, then the strollers, then children, most of the walkers, and the elderly. I run slower than I walk. I realize that it is for two reasons...one of them being fear. I am afraid if I go too fast I will run out of energy and won't be able to finish. So while I was running I was thinking about life of course...I was thinking about Mom at the end of the race, waiting for me and then I was thinking about my mom at the end of life waiting for me. I started crying while I was running...which seriously impeded my breathing but I just KEPT running. The course was awesome...a mix of asphalt, boardwalk, and trail. It was cool...temperature cool...because it was in the woods. At mile 2 I developed a big blister on the insole of my foot (I need new shoes!) and I thought...we are given trials...keep your head up and just KEEP RUNNING. Just keep running, just keep running.
I also thought about this big delicious bowl of spaghetti I helped devour the night before. Love you, Dad.
Life is good. Just keep running and eat good spaghetti.

























