As I type this, the downtown streets of my city are filled with more
than 9,800 people participating in the 35th Annual Tulsa Run. The race
has 2k, 5k, and 15k routes. Since achieving my weight loss goal, I've
been considering another goal, running a 5k. I love the way people talk
about running and the feeling they experience after a run. I often feel
the urge to feel the wind on my face as I find my stride and work
towards that "runner's high." Periodically, I'll check the Sunday ads
for sales on running shoes and treadmills. I've thought about when I
could fit running into my schedule, since I already exercise three days a
week with my sister. I've read a book written by a new runner. (Run
With Me: An Accidental Runner and the Power of Poo by Jennifer
Luitwieler). I've done everything but lace up a pair of sneakers and hit
the pavement. This is not unusual for me but if I wait 10 years to run
that 5k like I did to lose weight, I'll be taking up the sport at the
age of 60. Sixty is not old by any means but it's probably not the age
to be taking up something as strenuous as running. I don't know if I'll
even like running but I do know that f I'm ever
going to feel the thrill of crossing a finish line, it's not going to
happen from the comfort of my couch. I'm hoping I will like it because
even if all I can do is the 2k, I'd really like to be a participant in
the 36th annual run.
Lisa-Jo Baker (lisajobaker.com) hosts a weekly event on her blog called "Five Minute Friday". The rules are 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.. So here's my first try at this. Today's topic was Roots. Roots – I think about my grandparents who lived on a farm until my grandfather’s diabetes worsened and they moved to a town with a hospital nearby. My father still says he wished he could have kept that farm. I think of my grandmother who was a widow for 20 years. Every year she would stand over my PaPa’s grave, wishing she was with him. I think of my parents, a product of those grandparents, how hard my father worked to put 2 girls through...
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