Remember in school when you were forced to run a mile in P.E.? That was always the worst day of the year for me.
When I was in 8th grade I remember thinking seriously about taking a hammer to my own toe to get out of running the mile. This is a true story.
I think that is particularly warped thinking even for a 14 year old girl.
Today I am getting ready to run my first 5K. The weather says we will probably get rain. Possibly thunder storms, but here I am with my running shoes on and everything.
Being a parent does strange things to people.
I always imagined that I would be the kind of mom that run into a burning building for her children. It never once occurred to me that I might run three miles – in a row – in front of people – for my kids. But my daughter joined a running club at school and she needed an adult to run a 5K with her.
So here I am.
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ps – I wrote about the female anchors on ESPN wearing too much makeup over at MamaPop. Some of the commenters think I am a real jerk. Feel free to go over there and stick up for me, or you know, call me names. Whatever.