As your children grow and leave you with more free time to yourself, it's important to try things that you may never have considered doing before. Push yourself. On this Thanksgiving Day, I ran my first 2K. Granted, I had to walk a wee bit, but I ran most of it and, in truth, I hate running. In fact, I hadn't run any measurable distance since high school when the evil P.E. teachers made us run.
It's not like I don't exercise. I hit the gym about every day, walk, do yoga, but I hate running. But then I watched my daughter finish her second marathon the other day and what I noticed -- besides her running, of course -- was the myriad of human forms that crossed the marathon finish line. Fat people, old people, young people, hobbling people -- they had all finished 26.2 miles. Wow, I was humbled.
So I decided to make it a goal to do something that obviously I could do -- I just hadn't wanted to do it. And why not? We only live once and I'm not getting any younger. Besides, the race, which also included a 5K and 10K, supports students at the Humble School in Uganda, a school that I was blessed to have visited two years ago (pictured here).
No comments:
Post a Comment