This weekend my better half ran in the local 15K. He continues to amaze me. He makes a grand declaration that he is going to do something and damn it if he doesn't do it...usually in an above average fashion. He has always been athletic and a bit of a runner, but he has never participated in a run of this magnitude. He did great finishing in the top 20 percent beating out all the costumed runners to include the gladiator, the fireman wearing a tank, and the Disney Princesses. I think that he is now officially hooked, and plans on running in an upcoming St. Patty's Day 10K. He has a determination and follow through that I only dream of achieving.
My achievement: I actually got myself there with the two goons in time to snap of few pictures of Forrest Gump running across the finish line. I have to face the fact that my achievements and goals are in some ways less complicated and more mundane...but just as admirable...right???
Babe, I am so proud of you! You have come a long way since being hit by the car while running through Five Points jamming out to The Dead on your headphones. Now when you run you get coupons and cool tee shirts instead of a jay-walking ticket. I love you!
