I don't love to run.
I generally don't love anything uncomfortable - I prefer to just lay by the pool. Somehow, though, I got dragged into running the Moab Canyonlands Half my Sophomore year in college.
I did not train well, nearly died, and my uncle dragged me across the finish line. I said, "that was a great experience. Never again."
Somehow, I was dragged into doing the same one the following year. It was a little more fun. I love being with my aunt, and am amazed by all of her talents.
Somehow, I was dragged into ANOTHER last June in Provo. This one was so fun, because I got to do it with my FAMILY! Abigail ran us to the ground, but out goal was to finish as a family....so she literally ran circles around us as we finished. Just as we were finishing together, my dad kicked up the pace, and ran ahead. It was a fun race for the finish. There was something very symbolic about finishing together as a family.
Over time, I have come to enjoy this painful pastime. I am grateful that my Dad has found something that he can put his mind to, because it is keeping him healthy. I love the feeling of being healthy and strong. I love being outside, and enjoying the beautiful world.
|The first time my parents met Taylor. They about proposed to him then.|
This past Christmas morning, my dad creatively gave us a gift....registration to the Seattle Rock and Roll Marathon for June 22. I did NOT respond graciously. I don't like to run, I wouldn't have time to train in grad school, I don't want to be committed.
Well, just as with the previous runs....I am grateful to be dragged into this painful opportunity. I am excited to get in shape, excited to accomplish something difficult, excited to be with my family, and excited to work toward something with my husband.