Day 27: Contemplating A New Goal‏

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.

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