The key is action.
And in my case the key is... Good Friends and Family pushing me when really, I'd be OK on the treadmill in front of the Big Screen!
I have goals. Not a lot, but a few. And every once in awhile I accomplish them. The last 2 Saturdays have been days of accomplishment for me.
For the last oh, I don't know 8 years or so, I've been telling myself that, "this is the year I will Run the Susan G. Komen Race for the cure 5k." But then it dawns on me...every year that I have this goal I've done NOTHING to prepare for it. Out of shape, out of time, to tired, to busy...and really... the honest truth is...
I HATE TO RUN! Hate it! Hate Hate Hate it! Everything bounces, jiggles, jars. Calves hurt, Shins hurt, I get a cramp in my right side, and please! could we get a few more water stops out there???
So this year I was prepared, and I had my friends, John and Julie Hammond and Jim Andrus to push me along. Friends, who had already done this before, Friends who were kind enough to hang back with slow little me and to high 5 me at the end!



The Race for the Cure was HUGE! At least 10 thousand people it seemed. It was a giant wave of bodies, many with signs on their backs with the names of those sweet people in their lives who had either survived or had been taken by Breast Cancer. Signs like, "I'm running for my sisters Boobs!" "Save the tatas." "We are walkers for Peggy's Knockers." As clever as these people were you just have to stop, when you see all the names of all the mostly women who have just not made it. Mothers, Wives, Sisters.
We ran for them too. And it's hard to run when your all choked up. So I was excited to reach the end of the race, cause I wanted to see my sister friend Jen who was walking for a few of her relatives such as, her Mother Linda who is a SURVIVOR! and her older sister Julianna, Who was such a fighter, but didn't make it. A woman my age...Dying of Breast Cancer. I don't get it. I just don't get it.
That was my goal, and I made it! yeah me!
And then, Nancy called and asked me if I wanted to run a 5k with her the next weekend at Thanksgiving Point. I told her I would if I lived through the first one. I did, and Mike came with us to take pictures.







Did you see our time?! This was Nancy's first 5k and those long legs of hers made it hard for me to keep up with her! Especially when we walked...uphill...BRAT!
So back to what I was saying about our time. See the clock in the background? 34:27. what? really? My time last week was 36:49! So that's about 2 minutes faster than last week! Nancy's legs came in handy. wooohooo! Thanks Nance!
Just so you know, the only reason you see Nancy behind me in that shot is because she saw Mike and ran over to high five him. I was looking at the finish line and missed him all together. I'm a good wife.


We went up this flight of stairs to get to the car and the gate was locked! That's Nancy telling Mike not to take her picture. Whatever. It's Mike we're talkin' about.


I don't know whose car that is I'm leaning against. Yes that is how I look after I run. No...I don't what to know what you think about how I look.


