I have run in many races, so many it is hard to count. The big ones I can remember. My fastest 5k cross-country race came on my 21st birthday in Pittsburgh. My first marathon in Cleveland. My fastest marathon one year after I was supposed to be married. Walking the Nike Women’s half-marathon in San Francisco 19 weeks pregnant. My first half-marathon after Nick was born.
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Here I sit, a little sore from the Jingle Bell Run for Artritis this morning (5k | 35:51) wondering what I should do next. I am 3 days into a challenge to run at least 1 mile everyday from December 1 until New Year’s Day, but that is not the big picture. A big race needs to be tackled. The marathon is calling me….