I have excuses, excuses for everything. My best & most worn with use are the ones used to explain why I don’t exercise.
Here are some of my best:
1. Work is soooooo busy.
2. The kids take up so much of my time.
3. I have to clean the house, car, cottage, farm….
You get the picture. Several ladies from my school knew I had signed up for the Tamarac Ottawa Race Weekend Half Marathon. Tracy & Tammy were running the 10K and encouraged me to join them. I wavered, meh. I have to take the kids to swimming, gymnastics and I had swimming registration, groceries…again meh. Then it happened, they ask me to drive into the city. Craptastic, now I was accountable for getting all of us to the race… bottom line I was now running the 10k.
With all athletic adventures I take part in there is a lesson I learn. It is where the lesson presents itself that amazes me. Besides not having trained, not being able to find my best “fat sucking spanx type” running shorts I lined up to start my race.
There were many voices in my head during the run, you know the doubting Thomas, the negative nanny and +Sharon DeVellis screaming at me to move my ass. Those voices chased me during the start of the race.
Then this happened:
|Are you kidding me..what am I doing?|
|The white strings connects the Guide & Visually Impaired runner.
There were runners from all over the world at the Tamarack Race Weekend in Ottawa. It has an army of volunteers that make this race a success. Each runner has a story and this was one story I discovered about along the way:
This picture could not have happened without the encouragement of these two ladies. I just wanted to say thank you Tracy & Tammy. Now when is our next race?