I do not like to run. In fact I despise it. But I like the way I feel during a run, after I push through those first ten minutes when my knees ache and my lungs are questioning my sanity, and I love the way I feel after a run. My legs are strong and in charge by the time I am in my second mile.
This year I turn 50, and the approach of that milestone has me taking stock and setting goals. In September I am going to run in an annual local race called the Women’s Four Miler, and to that end I have begun running regularly. I’m not fast, and I can’t go four miles straight yet, but I can do two and a half, and after a short stretch of walking quickly, I can usually run almost another mile.
Today I celebrate running and the love of setting and working towards a goal.