BOO-YA

Around February, it was suggested that we (you know who you are) "do" an upcoming 5k. Of course, I balked at it. HAH fools, running is for people without cars. But then...I got thinking (nothing dangerous)...I've always wanted to do a 5k-but could I? After much in-depth internal contemplation, scientific research and deliberation, I decided that I would do it! And joined the 5k "suggester" in convincing the rest of our team to join. We did...insert maniacal laugh...convince them all to join us. All plans were going smoothly UNTIL we took a fatal blow to the kidneys. Our band of 5k Soldiers were disabled. All commitments were gone-washed away-like those little dots Pac Man eats while running away from those ghosts. Oh, the disappointment, the agony, the pain...not to mention the inability to pee (from the punch to the kidneys). But then-all of a sudden-through the mists of darkness was a lone light shinning like a beacon to carry me home. One peep-didn't let "something that is spurious inferior, or of questionable origin" get him/her down...and alas I wasn't the lone soldier. Race day arrival and yet another soldier rises to battle. 3 soldiers prepared for battle...okay...really only two because the third one was late (no offense). The first soldier takes off...and all I see is dust. Then there I go...busting out! I finished! No cheating, no quitting...no pansiness! Take that kidney punchers!

Seriously - it was my first 5k-and I did it-no giving up-no quitting-I pushed and I completed it. Even more special - my niece was with me. Her first 5k too. Nice, huh! There is nothing like looking back and having that feeling inside that you did something-something hard. Trained for it, wanted it, and took it (sorta like stealing, lol). I should get a medal-or a trophy-yeah that's better. It feels good to not give up on something-NEVER GIVE UP!