This past Saturday, I ran a 5k. Not quickly, not with perfect form, and not without taking breaks to run.
But I finished.
Just last summer I scoffed as a friend told me of her recent race, thinking, “I’d never do such a thing.”
How things change.
Though I don’t think I’ll ever be one to greet change with a bear hug and the offer of a hot beverage, maybe I don’t always have to try to beat it off with a metal bat.
(I’ll leave the possibility of sometimes)
Til next time…