I did a thing on Thursday. I ran a Thanksgiving Day 5K. To many it’s probably not a big deal, but for me it was a decent physical accomplishment and a reminder that was sorely needed. With enough determination, persistence, effort, and faith most anything is possible.
This was my first 5K in five years. I was slower than last time. I weigh more than before. My body aches way more than it used to. It wasn’t my best pace but I did complete it which was goal number one.
This time I upgraded from my Converse All-Stars to actual running shoes. Even with that, I can’t say I like running much. I think I like the idea of it and the feeling of accomplishment when it’s completed. But the actual running part is somewhat torturous to me. I’m not saying I won’t keep trying but for this year one 5K is enough.
…although it would seem fitting to do one more at some point so I can say I ran five 5Ks. Maybe when I’m 55?