I was never a runner, and I never really had any desire to be one, but after my ex left, I started running. It was therapeutic in many ways- I felt stronger physically and mentally. I was able to see progress- running further and faster. And I started signing up for races. (I wrote about my first one here.)
Last weekend, JD ran his first race: a half mile fun run before a charity 5k I was running. He was so proud of himself, and I know the feeling. I'm glad we could share our race day, and I hope there are many more!
I was so afraid that he would run to me when he saw me along the route, but he didn't even acknowledge me! He's such a little competitor.
He wanted to run in his hat and sweatshirt. It was raining, so I really couldn't argue.
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