I'm off to run a 5K (3.1 miles) race this morning. I am nervous about it because my running is slow in comparison with the folks who get out and run competitively. In my annual triathlon, the running is always my worst event. I make good times in swimming and biking, but not so good in running. Which is kind of ironic, since my mainstay exercise throughout the year is running. I love to run. But I don't like to feel like a snail next to people who are flying past me. So - why am I doing this race? I am doing it because it is a race organized by my neighbor. I do this in support of her and she does appreciate it.
I am grateful that I am capable of getting out on an early Sunday morning and running 3.1 miles. Last year I had a broken rib and had to walk this race. I am grateful that I don't have a hangover and all the remorse that goes with it. I am grateful that I have sober days in my past and I pray that I have many more - until they plant my elderly remains in the ground! I am also grateful that yesterday I got to spend the day with my granddaughters. I am also grateful that my daughter came to pick them up last night. There is a good reason that young people are parents and old people are grandparents.
Wish me good luck on my race!
"Faced with alcoholic destruction, we became open-minded on spiritual matters. In this respect alcohol was a great persuader. It funally beat us into a state of reasonableness." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 48
*** UPDATE *** UPDATE*** UPDATE ***
I just checked the results and I came in 4th place in my age category! Holy Moly!