I completed my fourth Army Ten-Miler yesterday.  (Over 20,000 people run in The Army Ten-Mile Race and it’s the third largest ten mile race in the world!)   I’m not really a “runner” – I don’t particularly love running, but I love that if I run I don’t feel bad about eating that mini Snickers bar (or two) from the Halloween candy stash.  I love that I feel great after I run.  I love the quiet time I get when I run, time to myself.  I’m the girl that hated PE class in high school, and I’m pretty sure I petitioned for us to be able to speed walk the mile test instead of run it.  So, training for and running ten miles is a pretty big deal for me.

I ran yesterday for my boys.  I want to be able to stay fit and healthy and run alongside them as they grow older.  I have to keep up with them.  I ran yesterday for my husband who inspired me to take up running however many years ago, and who continues to inspire and support me in more than just running.  I ran yesterday for the men and women who serve our country – I recognize that running ten miles is easy compared to what they sacrifice daily so we can do things like “run for fun”.  I’m always touched by the runners who complete the ten miles in memory of their fallen friends, with photos of their loved ones pinned to the backs of their shirts.  As I trek the miles, I look at those faces and am inspired to take the next step toward the finish line.  Finally, selfishly, I ran yesterday for me – so I could prove to myself that I still had it, that I could do it.

I did it.


I’ll be back tomorrow with more Pursuing Vintage.

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