Saturday morning, I laced up my running shoes, ready for the Crush Cancer 5K.
I’m a runner. I simply love to run, and I’ve run countless miles. Only two weeks after surgery, I knew I couldn’t walk—let alone run—most of the distance, but I was going to do it anyway.
With special permission to “cheat,” I completed most of the 5K on an electric bike.
I looked like a Shriner clown in a parade, but I didn’t care. I was determined to be part of this community and support the cause that brought us all together. Cancer has affected everyone in one way or another.
I “ran” with my family, friends and neighbors. I walked the final portion of the 5K with my big boy, Justin, and Pink Petals.
Sure, I was the last person to cross the finish line, but next year I plan to place!
Once it was over, I was exhausted, but I had a wonderful time. I spent the rest of the day cozied up in front of Netflix.
Why me? Why Not? 