(Go ahead and sing the Monkees, I won’t ever judge.)
What started out last week as a daydream of running ended with real results today! My good friend’s inaugural 5K was this morning. It was a brisk introduction to racing, as the thermometer hovered around 45 degrees. My idiotic yet slightly wise self wore shorts since I knew I’d be hot if I wore anything else…but MAN is it hard to get out of the nice steamy car into the frigid air.
We stretched out and got limber, then went on our merry way around North Park. I’d never run here and it was a blast! I wish I had known about it when I taught in the North Hills.
The race itself was a quick out-and-back, but threw in a few mini hills for sadistic ha-has. I mostly ran slightly in front of or beside my friend, and he did a fabulous job! I think he only walked once and it was for about 30 seconds. (When we crunched the numbers at our post-race brunch, he ended up doing negative splits. The kid’s crazy, I tell you.)
On a whim, I decided to sprint the end of the race so I could get photos of him crossing the finish line. I was a little nervous leaving him to finish, but one look at him and he had this run in the bag. And watching him smile as he crossed his first finish line was beyond inspiring, considering he started running this.week. Two practice runs and a 37-minute 5K? Not too shabby for someone who believed he could…and did.
“And Jesus said to him, ‘ ‘If you can’! All things are possible for one who believes.'” (Mark 9:23)