
On March 13th I ran my first 5k. My family has put up a challenge to run this year. Some of them have a goal of a half-marathon and others (namely me) have given myself the challenge of a 10k. Growing up playing basketball (or any sport for that matter) running was always a punishment. If I had a quarter for every suicide I ran I would be pretty well off. There was always a time to beat in order to get playing time. As a result I HATED running. Now, I say I hated it because after running just to run, I have found it not so horrible. Matt and I went up to Ft. Collins and met up with two of my sisters and we ran the 5k. And I won! Not really, but I really liked it. I will be running my 10k in May and I am looking forward to accomplishing that goal.
By the way, this is our reenactment of the race. Boy, we look good! :)









