I've always wanted to be a runner. When I was a kid every year I would enter the Run for Hunger Fun Run. I was only 6 or 7 the first time and proudly ran alongside my Dad, finishing the 1 mile race with a huge smile on my face. Year after year my family would attend the race and as the years went on, the running became harder and harder. The course included a few hills even in its short distance and each year my face would turn a brighter shade of red as I crossed the finish line. Running was no longer fun and I soon gave it up completely.
Fast forward to this spring when I knew it was time to get back in shape and what better way than to run a 5K with friends? So I started running short distances around town, and just last week ran 3 miles around a local track. The real question is can you call it running if it's so slow someone could beat you walking? I don't think what I do can even be considered jogging. Maybe I'm just shuffling really fast?
My hope is in the next few weeks I can pick up the pace, otherwise I'm a little nervous the race's finish line will have been swept clean and everyone will be home enjoying wine and cheese by the time I cross it.
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