so, i do a lot of running (as if it weren’t obvious enough from reading this blog). i always have visions of athletic greatness dancing in my head, and with my competitive nature, you’d think i would be frustrated by the fact that pretty much all of my friends can run faster than me. but time and time again, i’m surprised to find that i’m perfectly happy playing the tortoise.
it would be nice if i could do a 5k in 22 minutes and win some races (or at least my age group), but i’m just not that person. and i’m ok with finishing at the back of the pack. i started running to lose weight and improve my fitness, but i’ve kept running because it became sort of fun. tortuous, sometimes, sure, but overall, i feel better having run than when i don’t. and i run a lot of races, not because i ever expect to win, but because it keeps me motivated, and because i think runners are some of the nicest people i know. where else can you go and get cheered for finishing in 327th place?
i am pumped to plan this yuri’s night race. now if only the ellington airport manager’s secretary would call becca back so we could arrange a meeting…
