But Then

After three years of running 5k’s, another moment of truth. The once fiery motivation is tanking. I can’t give up, but what other choice is there. It’s too much work. It’s too lonely. Progress doesn’t come rapidly anymore. It hurts too much. No one cares about my health transformation – they all take it for granted.

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Unbelievable!

It was April, warm, humid, and exciting. There must have been 1,000 runners from all walks of life. A live band. Chick-fil-A was giving away breakfast. Unbelievable.

The coolest part? Never knew 5k race results were awarded in age-groups. Who knew? It was so cool to not be last in my age group.

This made me want to try again next month.

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The First 5k

It was 2002 (+-) and as usual, I picked up our son (2) from Marianna’s home, where she ran a day care for about 10 children. Her home was across from the Windermere, Florida library. It was there I first spotted the big banner…

The Windermere Run Among The Lakes 5k.

Had never run a 5k. But my motivation desperately needed resuscitation. Taking a big chance, I registered.

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Remember 1-Mailbox-a-Day?

What began from that April Fool’s day (2009) wellness challenge, to run one mailbox a day for a week and continue adding a mailbox each consecutive week, led to the first of several moments of truth.

The first moment of truth was about three years (2002) into running on my own, by myself, each morning in the dark, with headlights coming at you at 60 mph. And for half of the year, by Floridan standards, cold mornings to boot.

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