Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Thursday, July 25, 2013
On a scale of 1 to 10, my lifetime interest in running, even as recently as four months ago, was a solid 2, as far as activities I might consider doing for pleasure. It made no sense to me. Trying to imagine myself running for any reason other than to escape a predator was like trying to imagine eating tarantulas for an afternoon snack. Nope. But thanks for the offer.
Somehow I morphed from a quiet, run-disdaining grandmother into Wonder Woman willing to get Down & Dirty. (We all have our secret selves longing to break free!) With daughters Sarah & Sherilin, and neice Camille & her husband Clarke, we were a team to be reckoned with. Not for speed perhaps, but definitely eye-catching! Our heads were already swelling before we got to the starting line from all the participants running up and asking if they could have their pictures taken with us. "Well, of course. And we'll be signing autographs at the finish line."