Crazy

I am not an athlete. I have always hated running. But I admire runners. I want to be one of those people who get up every morning and put on a cute running outfit and enjoy a long run. Unfortunately, this is not the gift I was born with.

I do have running a 5k on my bucket list though. It is, after all, only 3 miles and change. I can do that, right? So, I decided to sign up for a local race. It is one I have wanted to run the past few years, but an excuse always came up. This year there is no excuse. I am signed up. I payed my money. I am committed.

So call me crazy. I am getting up most mornings and working on my goal. But when I roll my chubby butt out of bed it is not nearly as pretty as the runner on the Nike commercials. Nope, I throw on some sweats and put on my ipod and clumsily trot down my street. I'm sure the neighbors are laughing.