I am not fast.
If you saw me walking by, you wouldn't think "there goes a runner".
I think that my body is weak.
But then I get up on a Saturday morning,
and I run.
There are walkers, and bikers, and other runners, and the occassional deer,
My feet pound along the pavement to the beat of the songs on my iPod.
(thank goodness for iPods)
The sun starts to poke through the trees, the wind is in my face, and I just go.
And it feels good.
Dad and I officially registered for the Waddell & Reed Kansas City Half Marathon this week. Seven weeks to go, seven more miles to add to my long runs.
And I run.