There is a man in my neighborhood whom Chad and I named-for lack of imagination-"running man". He is tall and lean. He regularly dons a hydration belt and light-colored sun hat. His stride is effortless. His daily trek serves as clear evidence that he is dedicated to running.
I am not.
Then I got wind of our school's annual 5K race and thought why not? If am going to get back in shape it needed to start somewhere. I signed up and told a few colleagues. It's sad, but I figured the possibility of public humiliation for not running could serve as some fairly compelling motivation.
Chad signed up too. He soon became my training buddy. I didn't train often and certainly not well, but I kept with it.
By the time I finished the race my legs were sore, face red, and body sweaty. 32:30 was the time of my first post-baby 5K. My time may not make running man proud, but I decided to do something and finished. That makes me proud.
Let's make a pact to challenge ourselves to grow more; physically, intellectually, spiritually. What's your next adventure?
