I’m going to attempt to run a 5K this morning. A run for which I haven’t trained. The kind of training I’ve done lately is the kind where you lift a bottle to your lips by the pool. I’m pretty efficient at that.
I’m running for Jude, my cousin’s son who suffered a stroke in utero, and who is now special needs. I am running because I can, and he can’t, and because I want to show my kids how it is possible to push through and do hard things, even when you think you can’t. Even when it’s a hundred degrees outside. I’m running because being given the gift of a body that works is priceless, and not to be taken for granted.
I’m hoping to run all the way through, even if part of my running looks like those 90-year old men who still jog. Wish me luck. I need it.