I joined a running group again. Last time I had the aspirations to train all the way to running in the Mercedes half marathon. Needless to say, I didn’t make it. I did however make it to running a 5k. The last time I tried, I had the summer to train and then when school started back I had a hard time making time to run. So, I never finished. This time is different. I have my dad to train with me. I just started the running group and so my dad isn’t training with me now… he’s more advanced and in shape than me… good for him, sad for me. I have had a running background however, so, I feel I’ll be back to my high school shape in no time. In high school I ran cross country and did indoor and outdoor track. I wasn’t much of a fan of running long distances. 100 meter hurdles were my event. I loved sprinting and the nervous anticipation in my gut right before the gun was fired and I would spring out of the starting blocks. I loved the feeling of going over that first hurdle and getting over it, digging my spikes into the track. I loved racing, even though I was the shortest hurdler on the team and usually in the races. During track season, I would have permanent bruises on my knees from hitting the hurdles. I miss it. But, there aren’t any opportunities for me to run hurdles these days. So, distance it is. My mom is in the group I’m in now. She just starts over with them every time they do it. She has no desire to continue on to longer races. So she just keeps training for 5ks. Once we run our first 5k then my dad will pick up and train with me for the Vulcan 10k. and then on the to Mercedes. My dad has done these races and well, to tell you the truth, I’m quite intimidated. He has run the Vulcan, the statue to statue (13k), and the Mercedes. I hope I can keep up.
Wish me luck
