Running a 5K...and Other Miracles

Just a little over a year ago I couldn't hardly walk to the mailbox without huffing and puffing. Since that time I have made some major changes in the way I eat and (gasp ... the "e" word) exercise. I would have rather taken a beating than exercise. But one Sunday afternoon my sister invited me to play racquetball at the YMCA, it turned out to be a lot more fun than I had imagined. I joined that afternoon and it has changed the ugly "e" word to something I look forward to everyday. After many months of working at it I lost 50 pounds and started my own training plan to begin running.

This cold morning at 8:30 a.m. my sister and I set out to run our first 5K! It was so much fun, and even though we didn't break any records it was a record for me just to be able to run at all, much less run over 3 miles.

I have to give her a hard time for not putting her bib on the front of her shirt. You know how it can be with sisters: "I'm doing it right, and your not!"

Here we are at the starting line, or at least as close as we could get with 600+ runners. My daughter was so sweet to come and cheer us one and take pictures.

Here we are crossing the finish line in less than 36 minutes! Whoo-hoo!