The Race That's Good For Life

On Sunday, I ran the Race That's Good For Life in Oak Park.

So, why am I just writing about it now? I got busy. It happens.

Anyway, it was fantastic. Since it's less than five miles from my house, I didn't have to get up super early. I was well-rested, but I was hungry and I didn't give myself time to make my usual egg.

Running hungry sucks.

Running outside heightens my senses. When I used to run in the evening while I lived in Naperville, I would take a path that went behind people's really beautiful yards. Work made it so I'd have to run when people were making dinner.

I smelled it all.

And I wanted to eat it.

I felt like a food vampire who probably should have eaten an hour ago and there's glorious food all around but I can't have any.

On the bright side, I developed a deep appreciation for good ¿˘ÆÆÆÆÆÆÚW (That was my future running partner walking across the keyboard.) Ahem. I developed a deep appreciation for good food.

I also learned I COULD run hungry. Sometimes life interrupts our plans and it's always good to know if I mis-planned my day, I can still get a short run in and just be slightly more uncomfortable.

So, when the race came to an end, I saw on the race clock that I was under 30 minutes. I decided I wanted to be under 29:30 so I picked up the pace and booked it to the finish line.

Official time: 29:15.9

Cool. A PR. But not my goal. That is to run a 27-minute 5k.

Oh, and of course run a marathon.

Every step I take (Flashback "Every Little Step I Take") this year is to accomplish the biggest goal of them all - raising money for the fight against cancer.

It's touched nearly every one's lives at one time or another and it's time to finish the fight.

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