I'm not in Wilmore Anymore

Earlier this summer I participated in my first 5K race. Even though I heard more than one runner tell me that it was their hardest race of the year, it was my hometown. Even though it's hilly, there's comfort in the familiar.


Saturday night was my second 5K race. It was set in Lexington, KY, and I looked forward to it because it was on flat ground. At least I thought it was going to be flat.

Tim agreed to run with me. Then we talked our good friends, Julie and Mark Meikle, into participating. They agreed, and we all signed up.

Next I approached Bill and Amanda. They are training for a half-marathon at Disney, so they agreed. That left Scott. He surprised me saying yes. Amanda's sister, Sara Clifton, also ran, but I'm pretty sure she would have run anyway.

This may be the only time we are able to compete in any event together, and I was psyched. The last person to join our group was Katie Ward, a friend of Scott's.






Our favorite cheerleaders ate dinner with us and then hung out with Emmy and Kyle during the race. Brooke loves to run, and I figure it's only a matter of time before she starts racing.


We all agreed that participating with almost 4000 people spurred us on to do our best. Like my first race, I noticed a bonding among the racers. I will never consider myself to be an athlete, but I've had a fun summer trying to increase my speed.

I won't share all of the stats, but I did beat my goal of 45 minutes. It was hot and humid, and I was tired afterwards. But I wouldn't trade that night for anything. We all had a great time and are talking about racing again next year.