Today is the Little Rock Marathon, an event that has drawn elite athletes and weekend runners and … me.
At least for the 5K. What can I say, I like wearing medals like I’m Mr. T.
I’ve never much been into running as my calorie-burning activity of choice. I enjoy the scenery and the commune with the great outdoors, sure, but not enough to stomach the grueling nature of putting one foot in front of the other in a brisk fashion for an extended period of time.
It’s an endurance test that I have failed again and again.
There was never much training for the 5K. I signed up, and jogged. And then slowed to a walk. And then jogged. More walking. Pain. Walking. Blisters. Limping. Finish line — triumphant, fist-pump in the air jog for a photogenic finish!
I’m not cut out for it. But that’s OK. I’m able-bodied in other ways — biking, dancing, Wii-ing. Ping pong. I kick some serious ass at that particular activity.
But not running. Again, fine with me. It just means I can observe and admire others who can. Like Heath White (this is an old story, but the inspirational message still resonates):
And, Dan, who also has MS: